Where Are the Women? Trumbo
Helen Mirren makes a very fine villain indeed. But all the other woman in the story are nothing more than supportive adjuncts to the male protagonist.
Trumbo movie review: liberal Hollywood? ha!
Marvelously balances the silly and the solemn. There’s almost a whiff of the Coen-esque in its slick sharpness, in its whistling past the graveyard.
High-Rise movie review: afterscape in the sky (LFF 2015)
Ben Wheatley takes on J.G. Ballard, and it’s a frustrating experience: visually striking but far too literal while aiming for the allegorical.
London photo: I like the cut of your crumble
I don’t know why, but something about this derelict parking garage fascinates me.
Where Are the Women? The Perfect Guy
Hooray for a black female protagonist. Boo that she is all about romance, and that the film blames her for the dangerous situation she finds herself in.
The Perfect Guy movie review: dating blame
An enragingly stupid and obvious “thriller” jammed with dull genre clichés, wild hypocrisy, and just a hint of victim blaming.
London photo: old ad, and a new one
The advertising sign on the left is unlikely to endure as long as the one on the right has.
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London photo: why bikes are better than cars
Bike parking.
The Wave (Bølgen) movie review: disaster, Scandinavian style (LFF 2015)
The traditional Hollywood disaster flick goes to Norway, and is grim and gripping around all the time-honored ridiculous clichés crammed into it.
