
London photos: hothouse flowers
Far from just walling in London plant life of, the Barbican Conservatory is full of alien-seeming organisms that could never survive in the city outside.

Far from just walling in London plant life of, the Barbican Conservatory is full of alien-seeming organisms that could never survive in the city outside.

An adventurous female coprotagonist and a fascinating little-girl supporting character add up to representation of young women rarely seen in studio films. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

It gets a tad heavy-handed, but my eyes welled with tears of geeky joy at the film’s embrace of an optimism it steadfastly refuses to see as old-fashioned.

Falls into a trap that ensnares too many movies about women: that they are only worth telling stories about when they are the victims of gendered violence. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

For almost the entire running time of this movie, we have no idea what it is about. What is it trying to say? What sort of story is it trying to tell?

The longer I walked around the Barbican Conservatory, the more at peace I started to feel in this serene pocket of jungle in the middle of London.

The most prominent female character here is of one of the more offensive rom-com stereotypes: the manic pixie dream girl. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

A film critic turned filmmaker seems intent on confirming negative stereotypes about critics… and that’s before his movie gets truly unpleasantly smug.

IMPORTANT UPDATE! The He-Man Woman Haterz Club that is so very worried about Mad Max: Fury Road don’t like to be called MRAs…

There’s something, well, brutal in the Brutalist concrete and steel of the Barbican Conservatory…