
Sisters movie review: women are messed-up people too
The just-right mix of wistfulness, snark, and painful personal growth makes this nonstop hilarious, with humor that gets women in a way movies rarely do.

The just-right mix of wistfulness, snark, and painful personal growth makes this nonstop hilarious, with humor that gets women in a way movies rarely do.
Mad Max: Fury Road gets a lot of love…

Very festive.

There may not be much surprising here, but this is a smartly sensitive depiction of abuse and redemption that never descends into caricature.

Women’s friendships in dangerous situations are not something we see a lot of onscreen. But this ends up not really being about the women at all.

A grueling marathon of cinematic masturbation; a mind-numbingly empty exercise in self-conscious style with absolutely nothing to say.

One of the reasons I love London so much is that it is full of secret nooks and crannies like Ching Court, in Seven Dials, near Covent Garden.

At Old Spitalfields Market, on antiques Thursday.

A female Christmas grinch is a nice touch for women’s representation, but having one of the three best buddies be a woman would have been even better still.

It’s bogged down by too many derailing tangents, but the three appealing leads have a wonderful chemistry, and it gets close to the spirit of the season.