
The Invisible Woman review: sometimes it’s hard to be a woman
The story of Charles Dickens and his secret mistress is no romance, and no modest costume drama, either.

The story of Charles Dickens and his secret mistress is no romance, and no modest costume drama, either.

As a black comedy, this never quite catches fire, though there is some mild amusement to be found in its social satire.
The boss-from-hell story gets whipped up, Parisian-style, into a wicked bonbon of oh-so-delicious nastiness…
See! This is how you do romantic comedy!
Welcome to the costume-drama equivalent of Project X, celebrating misogyny and male sociopathy as just the way things are, and what else can ya expect from the world?
Oh, deliver us, please, from tiresome male fantasies…
Who was the last really notable professional woman you can recall in a movie?
Asks the tough question: Should we remember every horrid detail of the past, or is it better to sometimes let the past go?
Ooo. A World War II story that isn’t about Nazis? That makes for a refreshing change.
Oh, we already know how it ends! John Lennon starts a band and ends up bigger than God. Before that, though… whew. There’s a whole lotta psychosexual stuff packed into Nowhere Boy, the tale of Lennon’s adolescence in Liverpool, which may or may not be true, but it sure makes for a smashing film.