
London photos: Richmond Park deer
The deer all belong to the Queen and are protected, so they have no fear of humans.

The deer all belong to the Queen and are protected, so they have no fear of humans.

A fake movie busted out into reality! But this not-even would-be jokey riff on Hollywood doesn’t know how to fill the air between car chases and punchups.
Supplementary explanations for my Where Are the Women? rating criteria. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

Criteria for Where Are the Women? rating project, with a few minor tweaks based on my analysis of 295 films over the past 16 months.

It’s not the real thing, of course, but still: in your face, violent medieval mindsets.

A beautifully observed film about ugly human emotions and experiences, and a stunning example of how big a world can be sketched on a tiny budget.

Hilarious satire about rebooting religion with a goddess in charge this time. A little bit Douglas Adams, a little bit Terry Gilliam, a whole lot irreverent.

A smartly dispassionate and skeptical look at “shaken baby syndrome,” and an accidental portrait about how science fails us when it solidifies into dogma.

As entertaining on an escapist level as it is irrefutably engaging on a level that is essential for citizens who are players in our political environment.

Grim treats, mining suspense and urgency from intensely plotted dual timelines of brutal criminality. A must for fans of rumpled, cynical, bitter detectives.