It is wonderful to see women in roles with historical and cultural significance. This is splendid representation of women as fully human people.
The first feature film ever about the women who fought for their right to vote is glorious. It is angry and passionate and defiant. It is essential.
The story of Charles Dickens and his secret mistress is no romance, and no modest costume drama, either.
Strips away the bullshit to the bare, spare truth: what pop culture typically feeds us as “ordinary” male sexuality is probably worthy of a psychiatric diagnosis.
If I had to pick a song I’d least expect to appear in the trailer for a film about Margaret Thatcher, it would be “Our House” by Madness.