
The Binge: Mrs America
Apart from the value of its explicatory gloss on anti-feminist Phyllis Schlafly, there is entertaining, gratifying drama in the clash of so many complex feminist women working against her.

Apart from the value of its explicatory gloss on anti-feminist Phyllis Schlafly, there is entertaining, gratifying drama in the clash of so many complex feminist women working against her.

Quietly savage, weirdly funny, this feminist take on crime noir is ferocious in a way that only slowly reveals itself. Conflict and compassion wax and wane in a mystery that isn’t quite what it seems.

You’d think any movie that an all-powerful deity had a hand in would be awesome, right? Turns out, not so much. There’s barely even a story here.
I adore Margo Martindale, who stole the show in Justified this past season, and whose performance in Paris, je t’aime still lingers with me…
The Emmy Awards for excellence in American television were handed out last night, and one of the biggest winners wasn’t American at all: Downton Abbey…
I’ve been meaning forever to watch FX’s series Justified because I love actor Timothy Olyphant and I despair that he never seems to get enough work, or the right kind…
It starts out all sad music at momma’s funeral and we gots to sell the horse farm, but dang if nobody can keep Diane Lane down.
There’s nothing wrong with fantasy. Movies are fantasies. But I’m so tired of male fantasies constantly being catered to while female fantasies are all but ignored.