a few thoughts on ‘Big Little Lies’ (and open thread)
I’m floored by its breakdown of toxic masculinity and toxic femininity… [This post is not behind the paywall.]
I’m floored by its breakdown of toxic masculinity and toxic femininity… [This post is not behind the paywall.]
Saturday Night Live is on fire lately.

The cast is charming, but this listless and mysteriously unfunny cover of the 1949 Ealing comedy doesn’t seem to have bothered to look for a good reason to exist.

Wants to tackle huge personal and societal problems — toxic masculinity; the collapse of traditional ways of life — but it only displays them freak-show style.

Tragic hipster indulges in the tribal Amazonian divine. Credulous, sophomoric garbage full of the slick salesmanship of a vaguely spiritual sneaker commercial.

A rote disappointment. There is nothing shocking or even mildly unexpected here. But there is an ironic weakening of the power of the xenomorphs to terrify.
David Hasselhoff, you ain’t shit next to Richard Thorncroft.
The reviews that fill the whole screen had been looking like crap on mobile devices, but it should be better now.

There’s stuff in this spy thriller that’s fresh, and lots that’s familiar, but Noomi Rapace using her brains and brawn to fight bad guys is a genuine thrill.

A wonderfully silly sendup of fandom and nostalgia… and an absolutely hilarious smackdown of actorly pomposity and delusions of celebrity grandeur.