
Where Are the Women? True Story
The supporting female adjunct to the male protagonist is so generic that I couldn’t even tell whether she was supposed to be a romantic partner or a sister.

The supporting female adjunct to the male protagonist is so generic that I couldn’t even tell whether she was supposed to be a romantic partner or a sister.

The height of poor taste. Grants notorious men even more notoriety by giving voice to their inexcusable “travails,” thereby feeding their self-absorption.

A bravura dramedy that beautifully balances tragedy and comedy and asks a tricky question: Is it better to be cynical about art, or happily undiscriminating?

Yet another celebration of an overconfident mediocre white man as charming, heroic, and worthy of emulation. It’s inspirational!

Like a movie from the world of Watchmen: cold, cruel, borderline incoherent in its testosterone-fueled rage, misogynist, paternalistic… fascist, even.

A spoiled melancholy Hollywood brat and a menacing drifter engage in a deadly dick-measuring contest that you will hope neither survives.

Drama about a young woman with Asperger’s looking for love is stilted, forced, phony, emotionally implausible, and rather paternalistic and patronizing.

Marvelous. A bouncy comedy mystery adventure parable in a fantasy world meticulously and cleverly conceived and gorgeously realized. I adore this movie.

A female coprotagonist alongside the central male character balances out supporting women who are little more than mothers and lovers.

A blithe and chipper drawing-room comedy that, in a deliciously perverse way, plays with notions of chance and karma and very bitter irony.