film criticism by maryann johanson | handcrafted since 1997
A “critique” of misogyny that is outright misogynist, even before it goes down a gorefest rabbit hole of infuriating contempt for women. What the hell is going on with this would-be-mythic mishmash?
Darren Aronofsky’s self-pitying cinematic rending of garments is repulsive, transparent, and pointless. A grotesquely wrapped gift box of utter banality.
Now updated with all the winners…
Spotlight takes four awards, including Best Film…
Mad Max: Fury Road gets a lot of love…
Sleek futuristic imagery aside, this is a regressive representation of sexualized, victimized womanhood that’s meant to be titillating. [This post is not behind the paywall.]
There’s nothing fresh or even usefully true in its cartoonish dichotomy about men, but this pseudo-SF flick will expound upon it with pretentious tedium.
