London photo: there was a party on the tube…
…and I missed it.
Where Are the Women? Captive
There’s a female coprotagonist, her primary concerns are not about babies or romance, and she doesn’t get naked or have to be sexy. It could be worse.
Captive movie review: prisoner of boredom
So inept a film, so bland and monotonous, that it fails even to serve as the blatant ad for the certain Christian motivational book it would appear to be.
Where Are the Women? Do You Believe?
Most of the women here are defined solely as wives and mothers. (There is a lady lawyer… but lady-lawyering has been bad for her soul, natch.)
Do You Believe? movie review: nope
Crash, but Jesus-y. Scoffers and doubters will get their smackdown, but even believers should be skeptical at how this ridiculous roundrobin plays out.
London photo: itinerant deejay
I’ve seen wandering musicians before, but never an itinerant deejay.
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.
War Room movie review: to the Devil with it
Slick production values cannot overcome a preachy script full of strained metaphors delivered by wooden actors. Like a corporate promo video for God.
Where Are the Women? 90 Minutes in Heaven
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.
90 Minutes in Heaven movie review: God-awful
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.
