Towelhead (review)
That extreme rarity of American film: a movie that is about a teenage girl’s fumblings through the confusions of early adolescence…
That extreme rarity of American film: a movie that is about a teenage girl’s fumblings through the confusions of early adolescence…
“Boy, boy! What day is it?” “Why, it’s new Doctor Who day, sir!” “I say, lad, run down to the Internet for me and pick up the fattest AVI upload of the new episode you can find! There’s an extra half crown in it for you if you can get it for me before Boxing Day!”
Hey, prostitutes are people too, okay?
Brilliant, provocative, wonderfully innovative…
Tons of spoilers! Don’t read unless you’ve seen the episode!
It’s a few years after the events of *Ruby in the Smoke,* the first of novelist Philip Pullman’s stories of the spunky Victorian girl detective, and star Billie Piper is even more spectacularly confident in her second outing as the young woman now daring enough to set herself up in the City, London’s financial center, as a consultant…
Oh, but women have come a long way in London’s Metropolitan Police since Lynda La Plante thrust Helen Mirren up the chain of command to DCI in Prime Suspect in 1991, almost 20 years ago.
This I will concede: I finally get what the big deal is about Angelina Jolie.
Some documentaries change how you see the world. Some change how you see yourself. *Trouble the Water,* astonishingly, does both, and does both better then more you suspect yourself in no need of any eye-opening.
The London schoolteacher Poppy is the most annoying movie character ever, some are saying. Wait till the awards season really ramps up and some major critic group names Sally Hawkins the best actress of 2008.