I went into Nocturnal Animals with such high hopes. And it was so sexist. And I was so annoyed (external link).
I saw ARQ a week before it came to Netflix and it was confusing (external link).
I got to see the world premieres of Colossal and Lady Macbeth at TIFF this year. They were both pretty good, but they also both told me that violence is the best way to stand up for yourself (external link).
Room is the best. Jem and the Holograms is the worst. Crimson Peak, Zootopia, and Ghostbusters are somewhere in between.
I loved Ghostbusters more than I thought I possibly could, and posted a review of it on Bitch Flicks (external link).
I write about The Great Beauty and what our DVD collections say about us as part of Bright Wall/Dark Room’s identity issue (external link).
I review Bleeding Heart and its exploration of nonviolence for Bitch Flicks (external link).
In which I compare a bunch of movies to other movies. More than usual, I mean.
I unpack the crushing disappointment of Sicario over at Bitch Flicks. (external link)
Over on Bitch Flicks, I review both Maggie’s Plan and the relationship ideals of my entire generation. (external link)
Over at Bitch Flicks, I review Equals — a movie that isn’t especially challenging, but is very pretty and interesting to talk about. (external)
This time the best was really best, the worst was really worst and everything else was wrapped in the blanket of forgetfulness that surrounds so much of my viewing these days. Just as it should be.
I worked all day Saturday and then it turned out the new movie on TMN was this. That’s how I got stuck watching it.
Breathe is a wonderful film that uses a toxic friendship between teenagers to explore the kinds of abuse and maltreatment we don’t have the words to express. (external link)
The flowers appear about one hour into the movie, if you want to fast forward to that (and you want to fast forward to that).
In which a hateful play attempts to be a less hateful movie, and I finally figure out that Colin Farrell is a different person from Colin Firth. (external link)
Primer is really, really hard to understand.
In which I boldly propose that we write more movies for A-list female actors that aren’t centered around being sexy or crazy. (external link)
Sometimes, I think I should try only watching movies I’m pretty sure I’ll like, but then I’d miss out on being surprised by stuff like Boyhood and Guardians of the Galaxy.
This is the rare example of a time travel movie that follows its own rules and ends up being worse for it.