
London photos: on the night bus
Not much to do on the long ride home.

Not much to do on the long ride home.

After an evening of copious consumption of alcohol, sustenance for the long ride home on the night bus is required.

It’s never too late for a man to earn redemption for his selfish ways… not when he has women to show him the way to humanity.

Listen as the world’s tiniest violin plays on the soundtrack of this utterly obvious and clichéd three-quarter-life crisis dramedy.

Little more than the standard woman-in-peril thriller, but worse, because it robs the woman of the bit of agency these sorts of movies usually grant her.

Descends into emotional idiocy and insufficient intrigue to end in a disgusting place that presumes that a woman is an appropriate pawn in games men play.

My life in a nutshell.

It does sort of feel like one of those rah-rah corporate promo videos they make you watch on the day you start a new job, but there are some surprises here.

A lovely film with a compassionate appreciation for how teen girls can often find a sort of comfort in clinging to their woundedness and pain.
It’s not intentional.