
Bleeding Heart movie review: sisters in waiting
There may not be much surprising here, but this is a smartly sensitive depiction of abuse and redemption that never descends into caricature.

There may not be much surprising here, but this is a smartly sensitive depiction of abuse and redemption that never descends into caricature.

Women’s friendships in dangerous situations are not something we see a lot of onscreen. But this ends up not really being about the women at all.

A grueling marathon of cinematic masturbation; a mind-numbingly empty exercise in self-conscious style with absolutely nothing to say.

One of the reasons I love London so much is that it is full of secret nooks and crannies like Ching Court, in Seven Dials, near Covent Garden.

At Old Spitalfields Market, on antiques Thursday.

A female Christmas grinch is a nice touch for women’s representation, but having one of the three best buddies be a woman would have been even better still.

It’s bogged down by too many derailing tangents, but the three appealing leads have a wonderful chemistry, and it gets close to the spirit of the season.

Men have adventures, face fear and danger, and grow as people, while women do nothing but stand by their sides with brave smiles on their faces.

Solid, old-school man-versus-nature adventure melodrama, with a simmering green awareness; rollicking, smart, breathtaking, and sobering.

Servant of Cthulhu in the food hall.