The filmmaking craft may be (mostly) astonishing. But the craft must always — always — be in aid of a compelling story populated by compelling characters… and that’s not so much the case here.
A fairy tale of the Grimm sort: no happy ending, no heroes or villains, just hard truths about life and human nature. Important, beautiful, heartbreaking.
There’s not a lot new here, but the vintage footage is fab, as is the much-needed reminder that the supposedly innocent past was hardly innocent at all.
We’ve never seen this before, multiple female characters open about ambition, power, and money. But representation alone does not make for a gripping tale.
Sigourney Weaver’s weapons-contractor CEO doesn’t have anywhere near the screen time of the scantily dressed mommy to a newborn AI. [This post is not behind the paywall.]
A morally muddled mess that is convoluted in plot and appallingly simplistic in its themes. I am a sad geek today.
The neo-luddite attitude is bad, but this commits a far worse sin: it’s dull. If only it worked as a schlocky pile of pulp nonsense, that’d be something…
Another way of looking at the issues that the Bechdel Test raises about the paucity of women onscreen…
The striking story of a Western doctor in Palestine and her long, hard path to the realization that all of her good intentions can barely begin to counter the tidal wave of history she has chosen to surf.
Stuff my followers on Facebook, Twitter, and Google+ saw today…