
Where Are the Women? Spotlight
It’s disappointing that there is only one significant female character here; at least she gets one of the more prominent arcs among the ensemble.

It’s disappointing that there is only one significant female character here; at least she gets one of the more prominent arcs among the ensemble.

An elegy for old-school reportage and the people who pursue it, and a journalistic procedural with a snappy rush of urgent discovery and consequence.

…and I missed it.

There’s a female coprotagonist, her primary concerns are not about babies or romance, and she doesn’t get naked or have to be sexy. It could be worse.

So inept a film, so bland and monotonous, that it fails even to serve as the blatant ad for the certain Christian motivational book it would appear to be.

Most of the women here are defined solely as wives and mothers. (There is a lady lawyer… but lady-lawyering has been bad for her soul, natch.)

Crash, but Jesus-y. Scoffers and doubters will get their smackdown, but even believers should be skeptical at how this ridiculous roundrobin plays out.

I’ve seen wandering musicians before, but never an itinerant deejay.

Mega points for a black woman protagonist. But minus more for her story, which is about her learning to be submissive in her marriage to an abusive man.

Slick production values cannot overcome a preachy script full of strained metaphors delivered by wooden actors. Like a corporate promo video for God.