
A Royal Night Out movie review: princess hijinks
A bit of House of Windsor fan fiction: cute but slight, though the re-creation of London’s citywide VE Day celebrations is kind of amazing.

A bit of House of Windsor fan fiction: cute but slight, though the re-creation of London’s citywide VE Day celebrations is kind of amazing.

Admiralty Arch, at the opposite end of the Mall from Buckingham Palace, festooned with flags to commemorate the 70th anniversary of Victory in Europe.

Most of the female ensemble are crude stereotypes, but a few central characters are robust, with complex goals that have nothing to do with romance. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

Some sweet sisterhood and truly fantastic musical performances get dragged down by awkward, lazy, embarrassing attempts at humor.

Some anonymous royals — probably Charles and Camilla — motoring along the Mall during Victory in Europe 70th-anniversary celebrations.

This is how you make a movie about bad things that men do to women without being exploitive, or becoming another example of bad things that men do to women. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

Astonishing. Achieves its grotesque, magnificent brutality in an old-fashioned way that serves as a smackdown to bloated, sterile CGI monstrosities.

Set a century ago during World War I, when suffragette was a dirty word, this film better represents women than many set today. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

A compassionate, distressing tale of a woman’s determination to find her own purpose, full of heartbreaking moments that pile up until they’re unbearable.

WWII reenactors in St. James’s Park this past Sunday for VE70 celebrations.