
London photo: spring has finally sprung
In Green Park, near Buckingham Palace.

In Green Park, near Buckingham Palace.

The grief of women isn’t their own: it is a prompt to kick a man into action. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

When director Crowe sticks to historical adventure, his film is tense and exciting. But it lacks a sense of magic that it needs to make it fully engaging.

The only woman with any significant presence in this story is here solely to give the wounded male protagonist someone to aspire to. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

Wannabe Christian swashbuckler throws a lot of stuff up on the screen in the hopes that something will stick as exciting and romantic. None of it does.

I actually have no idea what that means.

I had wondered why no one seemed to appreciate the drama and passion of the American Revolution and set a film or TV series there. But now it’s a thing.

The power of a female protagonist is almost overwhelmed by clichés that reduce girls to not much beyond how they look and what they wear. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

This high-school comedy avoids the worst clichés of the genre and resists rather than indulges the worst tendencies of adolescence. Which is a rare thing.

I have no idea what this guy is upset about, but I presume he disagrees with me about a movie.