
Where Are the Women? War Room
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.

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.

What does a proper Christian wife do? Stand by her whiny husband even though he wants to go to heaven to escape her, of course.

So deeply terrible that it will make you question the existence of God. The dialogue is the least natural I’ve ever seen in a film not made by Ed Wood.

Festive popup skating rink on Southbank, with proper old-fashioned four-wheeled roller skates and everything.

This Victorian-set episode is pure fan service, and a sop to those who’ve accused Steven Moffat of hating women. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

I am dragging every last bit of festive enjoyment out of the holiday lights around town…