
London photo: but print is dead
I dunno. Print does seem dead to me. But I still see newsstands like this all over London.

I dunno. Print does seem dead to me. But I still see newsstands like this all over London.

Yes, there’s a female coprotagonist here, but she is all about lamenting the demise of her romantic partnership with a man. At least she also has a career. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

An unpleasant couple sings ridiculously on-the-nose lyrics about the collapse of a romance that we are given no way to sympathize with or understand.

The traditional “last girl” of the horror genre moves to the center of the film, where she is in charge of her own story, a positive move for the genre. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

Does your movie’s plot need a nudge? Male protagonist and male villain need some feels? Why not try raping some women? [This post is not behind the paywall.]

From his own daughter to a female hotel manager, women exist in this story solely to make the male protagonist feel better about himself. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

Either this car thinks it’s Batman, or someone is inordinately worried about nicks and dents.

This isn’t only another rote slasher movie, full of ridiculous coincidences and obvious red herrings: it’s actually worse than that, yet thinks it’s clever.

Nearly Blazing Saddles without the jokes: all genre conventions with none of the fun, just your inescapable expectations met around every sun-blighted corner.

Thematically ambitious cloning drama wants to explore the personal ramifications of a new technology but falls down where it needs to be strongest…