
Suite Française movie review: enemy mine to love
An immediate and intimate tale of forbidden romance and other complex emotions and contradictory obligations. This ain’t history but a very human now.

An immediate and intimate tale of forbidden romance and other complex emotions and contradictory obligations. This ain’t history but a very human now.

What makes a carwash American, I wonder…?

An honest, heartfelt film, full of lovely performances, yet one that ends up rather unexpectedly conventional.

Too long and too same-old, and even Liam Neeson’s effortless tough-guy charm can only carry this familiar-feeling film so far.

Art installation in Aldgate that commemorates one of the original city gates and the location of the 14th-century home of Geoffrey Chaucer.

If the work of any filmmaker would seem a natural fit for women in nontraditional roles, it’s Wes Anderson’s, so the lack here is extra disappointing. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

A grownup storybook of a movie spun out of candy-colored nonsense that challenges you to embrace its falseness and deny its romance.

If it holds true to the current London real estate market, this will end up a structure that only Russian gangsters and Saudi oil sheiks can afford.

Sigourney Weaver’s weapons-contractor CEO doesn’t have anywhere near the screen time of the scantily dressed mommy to a newborn AI. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

Almost everything that is wrong about how women are depicted by Hollywood, collected in one ugly movie. [This post is not behind the paywall.]