
Old Fashioned movie review: how would Jesus date?
Old-fashioned is right. Like how the Taliban is old-fashioned. Behold some pretty despicable passive-aggressive othering of women in the name of “respect.”

Old-fashioned is right. Like how the Taliban is old-fashioned. Behold some pretty despicable passive-aggressive othering of women in the name of “respect.”

Waiting to take off on the Emirates Air Line cross-Thames cable car.

It’s really not that difficult: Just put a woman at the center of a story and let her live it on her own terms. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

A genuine horror story, sweaty with a palpable ring of truth about the unending fear that accompanies life on the knife edge of financial despair.

In Spitalfields.

This is how you portray women in a film with a male protagonist: as existing as people in their own right not defined solely by their relationship to him. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

Kudos to the film for including more than one token women in its mix. Too bad the (male) CGI cyber-raccoon is more fully realized than any of them are. [This post is not behind the paywall.]
Yet more solid proof of a major problem with how women are represented onscreen. Not that we needed it… [This post is not behind the paywall.]

Graffiti for God.

This is how you squander a female protagonist: Don’t let her make any decisions about her own life and make sure she is in constant need of rescue by a man. [This post is not behind the paywall.]