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.
It’s like *Ferris Bueller’s Night Out,* but way less snarky and way sweeter, and the whole gang is Ferris.
Think an arthouse *Day of the Triffids.*
Ya wants originality at The Movies, here ya go…

She was the Princess Diana of her day. In fact, she was Di’s 18th-century ancestor…
I have to confess that I’m not entirely sure what the ‘miracle’ at St. Anna is meant to be.
Maybe Ricky Gervais is a funny guy, but you’d never know it from this charmless excuse for a supernatural romantic comedy…
Oh, to live to see such a rarity: a horror movie for grownups!
Has there ever been so amiably demented a flick as this one?