
Madame Web movie review: absurdly tangled
A travesty of corporate cynicism. Its desperation to ride Spider-Man’s coattails is pathetic, but its convoluted, coincidence-laden nonsense is duller than you’d imagine: it’s not even so bad it’s fun.

A travesty of corporate cynicism. Its desperation to ride Spider-Man’s coattails is pathetic, but its convoluted, coincidence-laden nonsense is duller than you’d imagine: it’s not even so bad it’s fun.

Stereotypes and contrived shenanigans don’t seem to actually offer much catharsis for harried moms seeking escape. And the dads inevitably butt into their me-time.
I’m floored by its breakdown of toxic masculinity and toxic femininity… [This post is not behind the paywall.]

Hooray for movies about sex and love that aren’t about teenagers trying to get laid but adults still trying to figure it all out.

Not so much a movie as a mismatched mix of dick jokes and rampant homophobia. I’m kidding: There aren’t any actual jokes here.

An airy fairy tale, buoyed by an infectious joy, about the very modern, bittersweetly pragmatic ache that comes with maintaining your soul and integrity as the world falls apart around you.
Trying to figure what is the most offensive thing about this accidental mashup of 70s Woody Allen and Sex and the City…
I say it’s about time, as we enter the second decade of the 21st century, to put behind us all that nonsense about ‘feminism’ and undignified female self-determination. Yes, we ladies must at last put down our feet daintily clad in $600 shoes and say: No more.