
Where Are the Women? The Gunman
The only woman here unquestioningly attaches herself not to merely one secretive, violent man but to two. Because even bad men deserve a hot babe. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

The only woman here unquestioningly attaches herself not to merely one secretive, violent man but to two. Because even bad men deserve a hot babe. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

It’s absolutely wonderful to see a mixed-race teenaged girl as a coprotagonist. But why are even pastel-colored alien blobs mostly presented as “male”? [This post is not behind the paywall.]

If there was a Where Are the Women bingo card, this unpleasantly retro movie would win a booby prize. (Is there a hooker with a heart of gold? You betcha.) [This post is not behind the paywall.]

A female protagonist who encompasses the full spectrum of humanity is a smackdown win for the notion — often ignored by Hollywood — that women are people. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

Picking a design theme was elementary, I suspect…

An impossible tragedy, a movie that confounds all expectations and is full of a terrible suspense. You have never seen a cop movie like this before.

Piles of noirish exposition get the better of Jason Statham in this unpleasantly retrograde crime drama. What happened in Vegas should have stayed there.

The hoardings around the Nickelodeon store under construction in Leicester Square get some (presumably) unauthorized decoration.

Science fiction with training wheels, fine for sucking the kiddies into geekery but with little appeal for grownup fans of animated genre adventure.

Do they have an ISA that invests in some sort of fruit company?