Where Are the Women? goes to Ravencon
OMG! My feminist-rating criteria has a fancy name like The Bechdel Test! Apparently people are calling it “The Johanson Analysis.” I am floored and immensely flattered.
OMG! My feminist-rating criteria has a fancy name like The Bechdel Test! Apparently people are calling it “The Johanson Analysis.” I am floored and immensely flattered.

Enormously likable characters make this feel like a big friendly rambunctious dog that you can’t help but get a kick out of, but it fundamentally misunderstands the appeal of its predecessor movie.

It’s Lovecraft by way of The Thing and Alien in this satisfyingly schlocky 80s throwback, complete with practical FX. A genuinely eerie experience.

A deliciously creepy haunted-house story. Oozes eldritch atmosphere yet plays with our genre expectations in ways that make it as funny as it is scary.

Astonishingly, sexy blonde 19-year-old Nicola Peltz is actually playing Mark Wahlberg’s daughter, not his girlfriend. Progress!

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.
Actual unretouched phrases that people plugged into search engines this week that led them to this site (with some commentary from me)…

The failure of male-led action movies is NEVER a reason to stop making male-led action movies. Never ever ever.

That’s what it looks like was busting out of ground in Leicester Square this afternoon

A war movie in the grandest tradition, set in a rich new fictional universe that we’re going to be talking about for a long time.