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.

She was the Princess Diana of her day. In fact, she was Di’s 18th-century ancestor…
And I thought the *Sex and the City* movie was appalling.

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.
Yup, those pants are still traveling.
Does life change after high school, or is it just more of the same old shit? Seems to me it must be a little bit of both…

If there’s one thing that’s clear from this revue of ABBA’s hit songs, it’s that there really aren’t all that many great ABBA songs, hits or no.
If little girls are perfectly capable of enjoying the adventures of Harry Potter, little boys should be capable to enjoying the adventures of Kit Kittredge…
If you love David Tennant and don’t want to have to take a toothbrush to your brain to excise images of him as a creep on orders of magnitude both deranged and criminal, then skip ‘Secret Smile.’
Why don’t we get movies that acknowledge the deeply weird wonderfulness of all this chaotic and confusing and hilarious life stuff? Are there any adults anywhere today?