
Where Are the Women? The Messenger
As is all too typical, the men here get to have full lives (such as careers or talents that drive the story) while the women only to get to have those men.

As is all too typical, the men here get to have full lives (such as careers or talents that drive the story) while the women only to get to have those men.

This he-sees-dead-people drama slathers on the moping misery with a trowel, and indulges in a wishy-washy ambiguity that serves no purpose.

This is how you do it: You don’t relegate women to mere sidekicks to men, and you give the women things to do that actually drive the plot. Easy peasy.

There’s nothing groundbreaking in this low-budget sci-fi thriller, but newbie director Mcenery-West makes excellent use of his claustrophobic setting.

This was in the backyard of my house this afternoon.

Woman: she can be a wife and mother, or she can be a sexy genius scientist who enjoys strutting about the lab showing a lot of skin.

Naive, hamfisted, and amateurish indie sci-fi… but as hilarious as the clumsy, clichéd execution is, it still isn’t even worth it for the laughs.

Only three women appear in this movie… and two of them are the wife and daughter of the male founder of Greenpeace, and mostly speak about him.

A warts-and-all history of Greenpeace full of colorful characters and beset by twists and surprises. An inspiring, even exhilarating tribute.

I only recently discovered this memorial to U.S. President John F. Kennedy…