Here is the future of Star Wars, one not mired in the narrow threads of the movies’ mythology, but a story that acknowledges that there is a whole big complicated wonderful galaxy to explore.
This perfunctory home-invasion flick can’t whip up much suspense, and it strains for a feminism that it doesn’t know how to engage. But Gabrielle Union’s movie-star charisma shines through.
If there’s a thriller to be found in international travel regulations, this is not it. Makes a mockery of the unsung heroes it’s meant to celebrate.
Hauntingly grim, full of appalling ironies and awful truths. This is most definitely not the feel-good movie of the summer.
Call to protest spotted on Southbank this week…
From the narrow perspective of freedom of speech as defined by the U.S. Constitution, I think it would be hard to justify the notion that the American Founding Fathers had anonymity in mind…
There is too much awesome in this fantastic (and fantastical) premise for a proper geek girl such as myself to be properly rational about her anticipation. I know I expected too much. But, you know, the movie, it sort of promised a lot.
The giant screens of Piccadilly Circus have yet to give us a rant from V, continue to command us to consume.
“The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed, the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress…”
This weekend’s question may be mostly for my U.K. readers… though I suspect my readers elsewhere are likely crossculturally aware enough that they’ll have something to kick in here, too.