
Jackie & Ryan (aka Love Me Like You Do) movie review: in the moment
A romance of a gentle, bittersweet, grownup variety that doesn’t pretend that every connection has to be a grand, sweeping, happily-ever-after thing.

A romance of a gentle, bittersweet, grownup variety that doesn’t pretend that every connection has to be a grand, sweeping, happily-ever-after thing.

Tedious romantic dramedy with a pointless sci-fi tinge that has nothing in the least bit memorable to say about anything at all.

In Islington.

The numbers are almost identical to the U.S. situation, which isn’t terribly surprising: the movies are mostly the same. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

Sarah Connor is a character for whom motherhood is about her and her personal journey, rather than rendering her a supporting character in her child’s life. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

I have a terrible feeling of deja vu. I have a terrible feeling of deja vu. I have a terrible feeling of deja vu. I have a terrible feeling of deja vu.

Graffiti for good.

Women make up 50 percent of the moviegoing public, but telling stories about women continues to not be a primary concern for Hollywood. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

Even a movie that is supposedly “for women” is still all about men. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

A cringe-worthy jamboree of dimbulb manflesh that’s even more embarrassing than the first film. If you want a picture of the future, imagine Channing Tatum grinding his crotch in a human face, forever.