Darren Aronofsky’s self-pitying cinematic rending of garments is repulsive, transparent, and pointless. A grotesquely wrapped gift box of utter banality.
The Alliance of Women Film Journalists is one of the orgs for which I help choose year-end best-ofs.
These films act like what it means to be a woman is purely about sex and bodies, purely about interacting with men in no other way than a sexual one.
Scarlett Johansson is an alien serial killer who sexes men to death in a misogynist fanboy wet dream that also fails to satisfy as science fiction.
Scarlett Johansson as an alien sex predator loose in Scotland, preying on men. It’s erotic!
The calendar has turned, a new year is here, and it’s a good time to look ahead.
I’m hyperventilating from the array of overwhelming movie awesomeness before me.