Miss Bala (review)
There is a whole lotta frustration to be found in a movie about a woman forced to play men’s games who doesn’t fight back… not even a little.
girls/women
Melancholia (review)
Depression is like an enormous rogue planet entering your solar system and ripping your world apart…
The Woman (review)
A film that gnaws at our notions of what’s proper and what’s improper, dredging up unexpected horrors from the most banal of ordinariness.
The Help (review)
If movies that’re all men and no women can be universal, so can this one. This is The Shawshank Redemption.
The Skin I Live In (review)
I’ve heard this from many a film lover: “Oh, Pedro Almodóvar! He’s such a feminist! He loves women!” I don’t see that. At all.
Tyrannosaur (review)
Why the film chooses to dump additional cruelty atop a woman who is at the mercy of violent, vicious men is a mystery.
What’s Your Number? (review)
What’s your “number”? Who the fuck cares what anyone’s “number” is? How the hell is it anybody’s business but your own what your “number” is? In what universe is this even a question?
I Don’t Know How She Does It (review)
It’s pretty fucking clear how Sarah Jessica Parker’s Kate Reddy does it. How she manages to juggle a high-powered career, two demanding moppets, and a marriage: She’s got a buttload of dough.
Colombiana (review)
Colombiana fofana, Zoe Saldana banana. C’mon, sing it with me! C’mon! It makes more sense than the movie, and it’s more entertaining to boot.
Fright Night movie review: it doesn’t suck
It’s a rare thing, but sometimes digging up the past and giving it another spin is a good thing.
