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Jackie & Ryan (aka Love Me Like You Do) movie review: in the moment

Mon, Dec 10, 2018Fri, Jul 03, 2015 | 2 Comments

A romance of a gentle, bittersweet, grownup variety that doesn’t pretend that every connection has to be a grand, sweeping, happily-ever-after thing.

Where Are the Women? Seventh Son

Sun, Jan 13, 2019Mon, Mar 30, 2015 | Leave a comment

Feints toward feminism quickly descend into a diatribe against women with a villain who is all about revenge against a man who wronged her sexually. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

Seventh Son movie review: witches be crazy

Sun, Jan 13, 2019Thu, Mar 26, 2015 | 7 Comments

Like Monty Python without the comedy, or at least without the intentional comedy. Jeff Bridges’ saving throw against the Phoning It In curse fails!

female gazing extra: crisp white shirt

Wed, May 27, 2015Sat, Dec 17, 2011 | 2 Comments

Guys look awesome in a crisp white shirt. And so I present a selection of gorgeous guys who look even more gorgeous in a white shirt…

great movie quotes: ‘Killing Bono’

Fri, Apr 08, 2011 | Leave a comment

“I’m off to London to become world famous!” –Neil (Ben Barnes)

Killing Bono (review)

Wed, Jul 22, 2020Wed, Apr 06, 2011 | Leave a comment

In Dublin in the late 1970s, a bunch of guys who fancied being rock stars even though they couldn’t play a lick of music formed two bands that developed a friendly rivalry. One of those bands went on to become U2. This is the story of the other band.

trailer break: ‘Killing Bono’

Mon, Mar 28, 2011 | Leave a comment

Oh, I hope this is funny. Other people’s thwarted dreams and missed opportunities usually make me want to cry, so I hope this is funny instead.

The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader (review)

Wed, Jul 22, 2020Fri, Dec 10, 2010 | Leave a comment

More like Voyage of the Yawn Treader, actually. Little kids will surely find this collection of fantastical geegaws enthralling — look, a talking mouse! hey, a minotaur! — but as a grownup fan of the magical and the mysterious, I was almost totally bored by this third, and perhaps most tryingly pious, installment in C.S. Lewis’s fanciful spin on Christian mythology.