
London photo: architecture for fun (Part 1)
Exhibit of playful, experimental architecture, because why not?

Exhibit of playful, experimental architecture, because why not?

The most significant female character here is the male protagonist’s girlfriend, who “appears” only as a voice on the phone in a faraway city.

A leisurely, slightly absurd drive through 20something ennui that is as maddeningly diffuse as its protagonist’s state of mind.

Sand sculptor working along the beach on the Southbank of the Thames.

Women are necessary and present only for how the male protagonist feels about them, and how these feelings motivate him to do things for himself.

It looks lovely and Ian McKellen is amazing, of course, but it’s not very Holmesian. I suspect Holmes himself would snort in derision at its sentimentality.

“Jokey” adolescent misogyny and a “she’s just the girlfriend” negatively impact the horror genre’s typically fairly good representation of women.

Unpleasant characters do things that make no sense in “found footage” clearly edited together from multiple sources. Negligent storytelling at its worst.

Hangin’ with the fishes…

“Luke Howard, Namer of Clouds.” Could that be the most idyllic job ever?