
Triple 9 movie review: ordinary criminals
How did a genre-smashing director make a heist thriller so generic, with characters too unlikable to be engaging but not twisted enough to be intriguing?

How did a genre-smashing director make a heist thriller so generic, with characters too unlikable to be engaging but not twisted enough to be intriguing?

Gets close to representing women well but falls down, and ends up a story about a man obsessed with the rape and murder of a pretty blonde teenaged girl.

The 2009 Oscar-winning Best Foreign Language Film has been given a listless Hollywood makeover, one that wastes Chiwetel Ejiofor’s effortless sincerity.

There are many women, all with their own authority, among the large ensemble of interviewees: activists, art critics, musicians, doctors, and others.

This is what a revolution in the 21st century looks like. Spoiler: The power of ridicule when Facebook journalists are watching is vast.

The best way to represent women well onscreen is simply to make movies about women. Maybe occasionally about a woman who isn’t white. That’s it.

Powerful, intimate, and fresh. We desperately need to hear more women talking about being driven in an inexorable way toward a passion.

Women appear only briefly, as wives and mothers speaking about how their families are being destroyed, or as an object upon which a man can be lecherous.

A real-life action thriller, a terrifying companion piece to Sicario. Do we want the wild West in the 21st century? Because that’s what we’ve got.

Eerie and sinister, operating on a more psychologically incisive level than the typical horror flick… until it tosses it all with a cop-out of an ending.