Quick takes from the 60th London Film Festival, with public screenings from October 5th-16th, 2016.
Pure popcorn thrills. Whips up visceral suspense and maintains it till you’re breathless as it cements the arrival of “woman versus nature” as a subgenre.
A sitcom about old men creaking along the Appalachian Trail, reminiscing about slutty girls, and maybe having a stroke at any moment. You know, for fun.
The numbers are almost identical to the U.S. situation, which isn’t terribly surprising: the movies are mostly the same. [This post is not behind the paywall.]
Women make up 50 percent of the moviegoing public, but telling stories about women continues to not be a primary concern for Hollywood. [This post is not behind the paywall.]
Now with winners indicated.
Reese Witherspoon messes up her life and then messes up her body on the way to getting right with herself and the world. Fan-feminist-tastic! [This post is not behind the paywall.]
A film full of spectacular landscapes of both the natural world and the human spirit. This is what it looks like when women get to be people onscreen.
LFF is a veritable orgy of cinema, and I love it. It’s exhausting, but I love it.