
Where Are the Women? The Last Witch Hunter
The only significant female character is nothing but a helpmeet and romantic reward for the male protagonist.

The only significant female character is nothing but a helpmeet and romantic reward for the male protagonist.

If this were Law & Order: Black Magic, which it almost seems like it wants to be, it’d be a helluva lot more interesting than it is.

Women as nothing but emotional support and romantic rewards for men is a tedious, tired, insulting trope. This movie takes it to a deplorable new low.

More theme-park attraction than movie, and paradoxically distastefully self-congratulatory about the Goosebumps phenomenon and insulting toward its author.

Graffiti artist and fashion artists at work on the same street in Belleville.

Ah, so that’s my problem with the show lately: it’s a bit too Monty Python.

The rose windows aren’t the only interesting windows in Notre Dame.

The female characters here support the journey of the male protagonist, but they are not especially supportive: they are too challenging of him for that.

You’ve never seen such a compelling, entertaining movie about a genius jerk. As smart and as sleek as a Macbook Pro, and a compulsory bit of modern history.

I guess the French really hated to see her go to New York…