American Ultra movie review: Bourne to lose
It’s one joke dragged out for 90 minutes, and while it’s not entirely unamusing, the comedy feels mired in the same stoner fog as its slacker protagonist.
London photo: angry graffiti
In Holborn.
Where Are the Women? The Transporter Refuelled
Appears to believe that if you put a gun in a woman’s hand, it’s not exploitive to also treat her like a sex toy and a decorative object.
The Transporter Refuelled movie review: infuriating road
There isn’t a single level on which this crass reboot operates that isn’t a disaster. There is all sorts of stupid at work here, and all sorts of offensive.
Hannibal: the thrill is the terror, and the terror is the thrill
Perverse. Completely perverse. And completely seductive. Do I love it, or is it evil? Is it a wrong thing if it’s both?
London photo: many mugs
I presume that this is the precise spot where the builders of that cinderblock monstrosity in the background took their tea break.
Where Are the Women? Hitman: Agent 47
If only the (male) director had resisted treating the female coprotagonist as a decorative object, this movie could have remained in the green.
Hitman: Agent 47 movie review: kill it
Even dumb SF action needs a certain grounding in plausible reality. But nothing here makes a damn bit of sense.
Where Are the Women? Barely Lethal
A teenaged girl gets to be smart and strong, lost and confused, heroic and vulnerable as she chases what she wants out of life. Hooray.
Barely Lethal movie review: hidden in plain sight
Charming and funny, a wonderfully sweet and silly mashup of spy stuff and high-school comedies, like if John Hughes made a James Bond movie.
