
Where Are the Women? Dope
All of the women here function solely as support for the male protagonist: as a happily helpful friend, as an object of lust, as an understanding mother.

All of the women here function solely as support for the male protagonist: as a happily helpful friend, as an object of lust, as an understanding mother.

Not without its problems, but mostly a smart, engaging, bigotry-busting escapade with a hugely appealing young cast and an unflaggingly cheerful optimism.

A wacky fantasy lark, half screwball comedy, half Looney Tunes. Chinese audiences have thrown half a billion dollars at it. Prepare for Hollywood imitators.

Brutally chilling in the banality of its examination of justice and forgiveness. A deeply unsettling film that challenges the empathy it carefully constructs.

A disappointing downfall from the previous films, the appealing metaphor for nonconformity giving way to dull good-vs-evil battle and dumb plot conundrums.

As is all too typical in cinematic depictions of men and women, women come fully formed, and only men have room to grow and change.

A mess of a romantic dramedy full of colonialistic offensiveness, forced quirkiness, implausible emotion, and oblivious masculine self-centeredness.

The only female character with any presence is the mother of the young male protagonist… and she barely even does any mothering.

A shamefully miscalculated tale of whimsy and come-to-Jesus inspiration with a bizarrely inappropriate haze of Norman Rockwell-esque nostalgia.

I adore this show, but it’s hugely depressing. I would love to call it cynical, but I suspect it’s all too realistic. [This post is not behind the paywall.]