
Sherpa documentary review: go tell it on the mountain (LFF 2015)
Captures a burgeoning revolutionary spirit among a people who have been ignored, when they aren’t being taken advantage of, for too long.

Captures a burgeoning revolutionary spirit among a people who have been ignored, when they aren’t being taken advantage of, for too long.

While there are plenty of women here, nearly all are defined through their relationships with men or by the romantic expectations placed upon them.

Glossy Hollywood automatons sleepwalk through family dynamics full of forced quirkiness, excruciating cuteness, and phony emotion. Absolutely cringeworthy.

Pub garden turned Christmas tree sales lot.

At wine merchant The Sampler in Kensington, you can buy tastes of wine by the sip, gulp, or quaff.

A female protagonist who battles to wrest authority and agency for herself from a male-dominated institution is the sort of story we need more of.

A fatuous argument for Mother Teresa’s sainthood; credulous and willfully ignorant, and disregards everything about her beliefs that was nasty or skeptical.

A ridiculous, rote action thriller, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t entertaining, crammed with all sorts of macho emoting and spy nonsense as it is.

That mind-blowing moment when the Doctor realizes what’s going on! And the next mind-blowing moment when you realize none of it hangs together!

Why couldn’t Apollo Creed’s child have been a daughter who wants to box? That would have been a true reinvigoration of the Rocky franchise.