
Where Are the Women? What Happened, Miss Simone?
The best way to represent women well onscreen is simply to make movies about women. Maybe occasionally about a woman who isn’t white. That’s it.

The best way to represent women well onscreen is simply to make movies about women. Maybe occasionally about a woman who isn’t white. That’s it.

Powerful, intimate, and fresh. We desperately need to hear more women talking about being driven in an inexorable way toward a passion.

Women appear only briefly, as wives and mothers speaking about how their families are being destroyed, or as an object upon which a man can be lecherous.

A real-life action thriller, a terrifying companion piece to Sicario. Do we want the wild West in the 21st century? Because that’s what we’ve got.

Eerie and sinister, operating on a more psychologically incisive level than the typical horror flick… until it tosses it all with a cop-out of an ending.

Hollywood does not know how to make a movie about women that isn’t about the pursuit of romance. Even when women say they don’t want romance, they’re lying.

At my screening of Oddball and the Penguins a couple of weeks ago, we were treated to a special guest: a Maremma dog like the ones featured in the film.

A tad dated and scattershot, but the messy package is inventively absurd… and unlike many Hollywood comedies, able to carry that absurdity to a silly end.

Sweet, silly, charming. A true story about an unlikely canine-assisted project to protect endangered birds, goofily fictionalized to engage kids.

England! Where they commemorate the former sites of drinking establishments.