
21 Bridges movie review: roads to nowhere
Bland, predictable cop and crime clichés lacking all urgency and any of the claustrophobia that should come from its high-concept premise. Shutting down Manhattan has zero impact on anything here.

Bland, predictable cop and crime clichés lacking all urgency and any of the claustrophobia that should come from its high-concept premise. Shutting down Manhattan has zero impact on anything here.

Jill Culton writes and codirects Abominable; more… [This post is for Patreon patrons only for the first month.]

Tonia Mishiali writes (with Anna Fotiadou) and directs Greek drama Pause, starring Stella Fyrogeni; more… [This post is for Patreon patrons only for the first month.]

An adventure of the intellect and of the heart with the real-life explorer who inspired Indiana Jones, one more about the journey than the destination.

Commits the cardinal sin of cinema: it’s boring. Feels like two hours of highlights from a 20-episode miniseries that only hint at a rich story tapestry.

Ben Wheatley takes on J.G. Ballard, and it’s a frustrating experience: visually striking but far too literal while aiming for the allegorical.

Any woman here with a speaking role is nothing more than saintly support for the male protagonist, even when his behavior is at its very worst.

A celebration of male obnoxiousness that goes warm and fuzzy over its temperamental manchild as he finally learns to impersonate a decent human being. What?

Apparently made by snickering 12-year-olds who like naked boobies and have heard rumors about the phenomenon known as “the business trip.”

What is a woman’s job in the movies? As supportive wife and prompter of male betterment, of course. *grrr* [This post is not behind the paywall.]