The Transporter Refuelled movie review: infuriating road
There isn’t a single level on which this crass reboot operates that isn’t a disaster. There is all sorts of stupid at work here, and all sorts of offensive.
Year: 2015
Hannibal: the thrill is the terror, and the terror is the thrill
Perverse. Completely perverse. And completely seductive. Do I love it, or is it evil? Is it a wrong thing if it’s both?
London photo: many mugs
I presume that this is the precise spot where the builders of that cinderblock monstrosity in the background took their tea break.
Where Are the Women? Hitman: Agent 47
If only the (male) director had resisted treating the female coprotagonist as a decorative object, this movie could have remained in the green.
Hitman: Agent 47 movie review: kill it
Even dumb SF action needs a certain grounding in plausible reality. But nothing here makes a damn bit of sense.
Where Are the Women? Barely Lethal
A teenaged girl gets to be smart and strong, lost and confused, heroic and vulnerable as she chases what she wants out of life. Hooray.
Barely Lethal movie review: hidden in plain sight
Charming and funny, a wonderfully sweet and silly mashup of spy stuff and high-school comedies, like if John Hughes made a James Bond movie.
London photo: horse encounter
At Heathfield in Croydon.
Where Are the Women? Straight Outta Compton
Women make only brief appearances, most frequently as anonymous sexual playthings for men, rewards for their success and fame.
Straight Outta Compton movie review: men’s anger, but only when it makes them righteous
The seething rage radiating from the screen elevates this above similar movies. But that rage is truncated in ways that are hard to ignore.
