
Where Are the Women? The Gambler
This is a great example of how movies typically want nothing to do with women unless they’re propping up a man. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

This is a great example of how movies typically want nothing to do with women unless they’re propping up a man. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

There’s nothing fresh or even usefully true in its cartoonish dichotomy about men, but this pseudo-SF flick will expound upon it with pretentious tedium.

I can’t pinpoint why, but I really like this bit of art graffiti.

It doesn’t quite work as a package, but Wahlberg is a real pleasure to watch as he crafts a portrait of a tormented anti-hero with an apparent death wish.

This painfully unfunny spoof of teddibly British nonsense couldn’t be less amusing if it were actually calculated to be totally laugh-free.

Outside an ice-cream takeout place in Chinatown.

Set almost entirely among a crew of WWII bombardiers and a prisoner-of-war camp, women are all but absent from this film. And that’s okay. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

Simultaneously the dullest and the most insulting version of itself it could possibly be. If only it had managed to be campy, that’d be something…

Graffiti spotted on the Upper East Side.

I hope the bank’s security goes beyond a guy with a hat and a six-shooter.