I think, like so many movies by and about women, this is forced into consideration as a “feminist” film. I think ultimately this is a reductive tendency and my feelings have little to do with whether or not this is a successfully or acceptably “feminist” movie.

The thin veneer of a Movie About Unrealistic Beauty Standards is, for me, overpowered by a Movie About Being Human.

Whether it’s part of the conceptualization or a simple contractual thing, Margaret Qualley’s real…

A super short guy should BE so lucky, to have a Christian babe try to guide his restless spirit into the afterlife, but what does he do? Let’s just say, never trust a short guy (I’m 5’6”; average height, I’m pretty sure).

I was genuinely spooked while watching the movie—the scares are hard and fast and fun, like the best of the last two decades of supernatural horror—but then the last five minutes veer into real stupidity. Roddy McDowell making fun…

We’ve got cussin’, fightin’, smokin’, bootleggin’, thievin’ and a fair bit of swindlin’: all makings of a perfect piece of art. As frenzied and quotable as any Golden Age Hollywood comedy (or classic-era Simpsons), and as sweet as life. Every good movie could use a car chase, but who else but a master could interrupt a car chase to fit in a little barefoot wrasslin’ contest where the loser begrudgingly takes the brand new car and the winner must push…