
Where Are the Women? Return to Sender
Falls into a trap that ensnares too many movies about women: that they are only worth telling stories about when they are the victims of gendered violence. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

Falls into a trap that ensnares too many movies about women: that they are only worth telling stories about when they are the victims of gendered violence. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

For almost the entire running time of this movie, we have no idea what it is about. What is it trying to say? What sort of story is it trying to tell?

The longer I walked around the Barbican Conservatory, the more at peace I started to feel in this serene pocket of jungle in the middle of London.

The most prominent female character here is of one of the more offensive rom-com stereotypes: the manic pixie dream girl. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

A film critic turned filmmaker seems intent on confirming negative stereotypes about critics… and that’s before his movie gets truly unpleasantly smug.

IMPORTANT UPDATE! The He-Man Woman Haterz Club that is so very worried about Mad Max: Fury Road don’t like to be called MRAs…

There’s something, well, brutal in the Brutalist concrete and steel of the Barbican Conservatory…

There is exactly one woman with a speaking role in this film, and I don’t think she has more than three lines of dialogue. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

A kid rescues the President. It sounds like a joke movie The Onion might invent to satirize Hollywood preposterousness, but I swear to god, it’s real.

If you guessed that this is a cheap pre-Jurassic World cash-in, congratulations: you are smarter than this padded-out pile of cut-rate cinematic junk.