Something is askew here: The notion that strength is the main thing we want, or need, or care about. Though the word "strength" can be vague or misleading, it doesn't help to change terms and propose that we want women who are agents rather than mere instruments or objects.
The Maidstone in East Hampton was party central for the Hamptons International Film Festival, both scheduled and spontaneous. Caterer Janet O'Brien, s...
Emily Blunt leads the cast of famous and familiar faces as Kate Macer, an FBI agent who's recruited by CIA handler Matt Graver (Josh Brolin) to assist in their operations just over the Tex-Mex border after increasingly brazen (and horrifying) encroachments Stateside by the cartels.
The Toronto International Film Festival has aged gracefully into its 40th year anniversary. Black directors, actors and writers have enhanced the celebratory occasion with fine performances and artistic contributions in indie films, big budget movies and life-affirming documentaries.
By the time I got home from the Sicario premiere at MoMA this week, the film's star Emily Blunt was trading puke takes with Stephen Colbert on his Late Night Show
Biopics are often the critics favorites as well, frequently proving themselves as Oscar and Golden Globe contenders. Plus, given the variety of biopic categories, there's something on the menu for everyone.
Many women like how they look in heels. They shouldn't be made to feel as if they're abandoning the feminist cause, or kowtowing to the patriarchy if they choose to wear them. It's possible to want to wear high heels and also want equality in the workplace at the same time.
New 20-year-old Aussie tennis sensation Nick Kyrgios has come perilously close to being defaulted for language and/or racquet and ball abuse at the US Open, the Australian Open, where John McEnroe was famously defaulted in 1990, and the Estoril Open in Portugal.
With the second season officially scheduled to premiere on June 21, and an entire new cast which includes Colin Farrell and Rachel McAdam as the next "true detectives," my feminist part in me has already begun to imagine a third season consisting of two female detectives.
I began looking into the ice-bucket challenge because I was thinking of launching a challenge of my own. It turns out that it originated as the Cold Water Challenge. It was to donate to cancer research or jump into cold water. But my challenge is a bit different.
Tina Fey and Amy Poehler bring their special brand of hostess-ness to the 72nd Golden Globes this Sunday. There are more amazing honorees than you can shake a statue at, but Culturalist users have been doing their part to identify the best-of-the-best.
There is a lot to like in Into the Woods but there is also a lot more that should have been better. If the playfulness and emotions inherent in Sondheim's songs had been delivered, the movie would not have been just good -- it would have been great.
As much as I love Meryl, I'm never going to buy her records, and I haven't been this uncomfortable watching her in a film since, what do you know, Mama Mia! If we're living in any sort of movie musical cinema revival, it's time to start asking ourselves what we sacrificed to get there.
If I were going to make a 10-best list, it would probably include films like Boyhood, The Imitation Game and Selma, among others that will be on everyone's list. But, as good as those films are, none of them are on my list of favorites.
I've been in love with Into the Woods for years. I've seen it performed several times, watched the DVD of the original Broadway production many times, and lost count of how often I've listened to the original cast album.
Stephen Sondheim's Into the Woods arrives on the big screen 27 years after it opened on Broadway -- and with the same second-act problems that have plagued it through the years.