
Where Are the Women? Anomalisa
May be fresh in its storytelling approach, but the story it is telling is one that puts women in no more than supporting roles to a man’s personal journey.

May be fresh in its storytelling approach, but the story it is telling is one that puts women in no more than supporting roles to a man’s personal journey.

An astonishing, even perception-altering experience that represents a startling use of animation to tell a story that no live-action film could tell.

Women are almost entirely absent from this film. But that’s okay, since it is mostly set within a plausible all-male environment.

Did you think you had heard all the unbearable stories about the Holocaust? You hadn’t. Hard to watch, but an essential installment of Holocaust cinema.

Only two women appear in any meaningful way: the adoring and supportive mother of the male protagonist, and his even more adoring and supportive girlfriend.

Not an inspirational football movie but the highlights reel from one, with a golden boy who is his own manic pixie dreamboat. The worst sort of hagiography.

From a mean ex to a hooker with a heart of gold, women exist in this world only for what they can do for — or to — the male protagonist.

Behold Bill Murray as the white savior barreling into a foreign land and teaching the ignorant natives how to be better people. Obnoxious and tone deaf.

Women appear only extremely briefly as supportive wives and mothers, or as romantic interests who must be rescued (by a man, natch) from another man’s abuse.

A film taken with the singular American delusion that Jesus loves football… though it also throws in a new delusion: Jesus hates the U.S. Constitution.