The Secret Life of Bees (review)
The secret life of bees? More like the secret life of women. The bee thing, it’s a metaphor, see, for how half the human race lives shrouded in mystery and darkness and, I guess, sweetness and honey.
The secret life of bees? More like the secret life of women. The bee thing, it’s a metaphor, see, for how half the human race lives shrouded in mystery and darkness and, I guess, sweetness and honey.
How do you win a war you can’t win? The short answer is probably: You don’t. You don’t win it. You just go on losing it for a long, long time.
Think an arthouse *Day of the Triffids.*

She was the Princess Diana of her day. In fact, she was Di’s 18th-century ancestor…
Oh, to live to see such a rarity: a horror movie for grownups!

The stories of women are so disparaged — or worse, ignored — in our culture unless they have something to do with pleasing men, but here’s one that demands to be seen.
This isn’t a movie: it’s a sermon.
In 1976, an English wine merchant name of Steven Spurrier, who ran a shop in Paris, hit upon the idea of setting up a competition between the wines of France and those of Northern California…
Yup, those pants are still traveling.
Ill-conceived, poorly written, badly acted, and incompetently directed, this is a disaster from start to finish.