
Where Are the Women? Ex Machina
Sleek futuristic imagery aside, this is a regressive representation of sexualized, victimized womanhood that’s meant to be titillating. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

Sleek futuristic imagery aside, this is a regressive representation of sexualized, victimized womanhood that’s meant to be titillating. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

Oh, there are lots of women here. And they’re either anonymous slavering sex machines or ridiculous perfect goddesses elevated on an absurd pedestal. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

I was rather alarmed to see this dramatic ad on the subway…

This is a great example of how movies typically want nothing to do with women unless they’re propping up a man. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

There’s nothing fresh or even usefully true in its cartoonish dichotomy about men, but this pseudo-SF flick will expound upon it with pretentious tedium.

I can’t pinpoint why, but I really like this bit of art graffiti.

It doesn’t quite work as a package, but Wahlberg is a real pleasure to watch as he crafts a portrait of a tormented anti-hero with an apparent death wish.

This painfully unfunny spoof of teddibly British nonsense couldn’t be less amusing if it were actually calculated to be totally laugh-free.

Outside an ice-cream takeout place in Chinatown.

Set almost entirely among a crew of WWII bombardiers and a prisoner-of-war camp, women are all but absent from this film. And that’s okay. [This post is not behind the paywall.]