Witty, tense, and thrilling, but also cheerful, escapist, and fun, this is a perfect cinematic cozy mystery, kept on an even keel by the irresistibly charming Anna Kendrick. Merrily absurd pure entertainment.
Does some wonderfully seditious feminist things while also being funny as hell. Finally, we are asked to laugh with Melissa McCarthy, not at her.
Piles of noirish exposition get the better of Jason Statham in this unpleasantly retrograde crime drama. What happened in Vegas should have stayed there.
Hint: That’s not enough.
Have you been paying attention to what the movies have been saying — what the movies have really been saying — all summer? Here’s a refresher.
Meanspirited where it’s meant to be funny. Misogynist crap is still misogynist crap when it stars women.
Or The Heat. Or White House Down. Or Grown Ups 2. This is because these films don’t open in the U.K. for weeks and weeks still.
20th Century Fox is embarrassed by the stars of its film The Heat; Vice thinks women writers are most beautiful when they shut up and die; the madness of George (Lucas); and more.
When even the movies starring women make fun of men for being girly, we’re in big trouble.
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