
Two Night Stand and #Stuck movie(s) review: let’s (not) talk about casual sex
Apparently written by the same people who write the ridiculous quizzes and sex-tip listicles in Cosmo and Men’s Health …

Apparently written by the same people who write the ridiculous quizzes and sex-tip listicles in Cosmo and Men’s Health …

Ruins itself as even high-toned cinematic junk food when its justifiable cynicism morphs into something manipulative and dangerously disingenuous.

There’s not much here beyond sass, but it is a genuine pleasure to spend time with women who are growing, changing, and living into their 70s, 80s, and 90s.

Liam Neeson’s good performance only just elevates the general seen-it-before-ness, including a risible appropriation of women’s pain for men’s redemption.

Yet another artifact of the long stagnation of Hollywood, which has been remaking the same movies over and over and over again for the past 30 years.

Beautifully redresses how the realities of women’s lives are too often ignored on film… and does so with startling raw power and humor.

A rote police procedural conducted by a cardboard movie cop investigating a supposedly demonic evil that simply cannot compete with nonsupernatural reality.

Or if, ahem, you have a U.S. IP address. First one’s free, kid…

One of the most repulsive movies I’ve ever seen. Also an important movie, laying bare the farce of equality and justice in the face of power and privilege.

An almost complete waste of a talented cast, and all to, apparently, convince teenaged girls that sex isn’t worth the hassle. Say what?