
The Gunman movie review: the yawn identity
A tired old piece of action junk that expects us to sympathize with a very bad man. We don’t.

A tired old piece of action junk that expects us to sympathize with a very bad man. We don’t.

Technically this is not a city chicken but a denizen of the Surrey suburbs to the south of London.

Sneakily undercuts tropes of the young-adult hero’s journey. But in a more adventurous movie environment, this wouldn’t feel this fresh as it does.

In Little Venice, near Paddington.

Boy genius is confused, upset. Mom and girlfriend will guide him on the path to manhood. Because of course they will. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

Subsume your individuality and your desires in the hopes that other people will like you? How come we never tell stories about men that sound like this? [This post is not behind the paywall.]

This was created (not by me) as a commentary on videogames, but almost without any alteration, it also applies to movies. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

A wonderful example of the fact that war is not the exclusive domain of men (as it often seems to be in fiction) and that women have war stories, too. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

Women do not figure into this testosterone fest, except as the object of sexual jokes or as familial property that can be threatened to motivate a man. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

A classic American pickup truck, with California plates (which I suspect might be fake).