
Where Are the Women? Foxcatcher
One wife and one mother appear only very briefly… and then only to represent a generic idea of the influence women have on men. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

One wife and one mother appear only very briefly… and then only to represent a generic idea of the influence women have on men. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

A pensive and unsettling film that defies genre description and keeps you wondering just what the heck sort of film you’re watching.

Offers a very regressive view of a woman’s power in our culture, one that is faux feminist and supports a hoary fantasy of what women are “supposed” to be. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

There isn’t a single woman here who is not defined exclusively as an adjunct to a man, even though there is plenty of room for women not limited by gender. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

She was a film critic. Maybe she liked the dark of a basement flat.

A female journalist doing a dangerous job accounts for the positive score, though she is the only woman who appears onscreen in any meaningful capacity. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

This is not a nature documentary, though there are some beautiful scenes of wild spaces. This is war journalism, tense and upsetting.

While the writing and the plotting may not be clichéd overall, the film’s only significant female character here serves a completely clichéd part in it. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

The angry grandeur of its despair over how ordinary people get screwed by the powerful may be uniquely Russian, but it will hit home everywhere.

Near Carnaby Street in Central London.