if crap sells, who needs critics? (and other adventures in social networking)
Stuff my followers on Facebook, Twitter, and Google+ saw today…
Stuff my followers on Facebook, Twitter, and Google+ saw today…
Stuff my followers on Facebook, Twitter, and Google+ saw today…

This is a like comedy from Star Trek’s vicious Mirror Universe, where backstabbing and scheming are just the way things are.
Even Jennifer Lawrence cannot escape the fate of pretty blonde young actresses…
Once in a while a film comes along that demonstrates how pig-headedly sexist Hollywood is when it comes to ignoring female perspectives.
You can tell this movie is “for women” because the trailer opens with a joke that minimizes rape…
Crosses the line into misogy-wah! territory, and conflates an attack by an alien monster with an attack by mean ol’ bitches on innocent men who didn’t do nothin’ to deserve it.
There simply never seems to be any reason why lovebirds Tom and Violet can’t just get married already. Unless the film is delivering an object lesson to uppity career ladies…
The story is almost beside the point, because Tom Cruise’s nude torso that I could be running my hands all over and because the young kittenish leads in this story cobbled together around awesome 80s hair-band stadium anthems are the weakest part of it.
Elizabeth Olsen is, without question, one of the most intriguing, most thrilling young talents to burst onto the scene in years. I just wish the movie was kinder to her as a talent…