
The Angry Birds Movie movie review: what the shell?
What the heck is this? Some sort of meninist political statement attempting to vindicate male anger? In a kids’ movie? Maybe men shouldn’t make movies…

What the heck is this? Some sort of meninist political statement attempting to vindicate male anger? In a kids’ movie? Maybe men shouldn’t make movies…

You asked for Where Are the Women? tees for men, and here ya go. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

There was, for a brief moment in time in early 2013, a piece of Banksy graffiti in Wood Green, the north London neighborhood where I live…

A chillingly crafted portrait of quiet menacing uncertainty. Balefully replicates the precariousness of not being able to trust one’s own instincts.
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Support my Where Are the Women? project and stick it to the Hollywood man at the same time. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

St. James’s Square, between Piccadilly and Pall Mall.

Strikingly original, a truly rare pleasure in a cinematic environment clogged with cookie-cutter films. Jason Bateman and Nicole Kidman are splendid.

Pro tip, ladies: A pregnancy test that comes up positive might just mean you are incubating some exotic fish-bug nasties. Ask your doctor!

Makes me just a little homesick…