I really don’t like sports movies. I don’t “get” sport, at all, really, so it’s no surprise that I’m not entertained by films about something that bores me. On the other hand, Battle of the Sexes ticks most of my other boxes. Feminist message. Large female cast. Lesbian protagonist. And I at least know how tennis is played. So, let’s see…
Are we being too hard on Justice League? I was, shall we say, underwhelmed when I wrote my initial review, and it seems I’m not alone. But is it really that bad?
Ah, Justice League. Let’s start by getting my position on this out there. I understand what Zack Snyder was trying to do with Man of Steel, but the result was an average movie at best. For the whole theme of Clark Kent becoming the Superman we love to work, it had to be followed by a sequel in which he would actually, you know, be that Superman. Instead we got the two-hours-trapped-in-a-punching-bag that was Batman vs Superman. A movie so bad I felt compelled to re-write it. That was in turn followed by Suicide Squad, an extended music video entirely devoid of plot and purpose. But through it all, we were told Justice League will be better, it will be amazing, it will be so good you will forget that the prequels were fanboy brain crap instead of movies.
Well…Wonder Woman, easily my favourite movie of the year, gives me hope, but not much since Snyder didn’t have his male-gaze paw prints all over that one. If anyone can take that triumph and ruin it…but enough. I have tried to say as spoiler-free as possible before seeing it, and I have read no other reviews, yet, so this will be my honest, immediate reaction. (Please be good. Please be good. Pleeease be good…)
I absolutely loved Paddington. I love the old Paddington Bear stop-motion series. Seriously, go find it on YouTube. It’s adorable. And my second-favourite bear’s first appearance on the big screen was just as adorable. Is it possible for the sequel to be as good?
I am a huge fan of Wonder Woman. But I’m not such a fan of some of the exploitative sexuality that makes its way into her comics. A recent reimagining, for example gave us an African American Steve Trevor, then turned that apparent progressiveness very nasty with a scene where Diana tries to put a slave collar on him to teach him the joys of submission. Wonder Woman’s origins are, shall we say, problematic. So I approached this film about her creator with some interest but also trepidation.
Okay, I admit it. I have never read Agatha Christie. What? I just never saw the appeal, despite enjoying similar murder mysteries. And the trailer almost put me off. That ridiculous moustache! Can I bear to look at it for a whole movie?
Films centred on a disabled protagonist tend to fall into two broad categories. Either the audience is invited to marvel at the inspirational tale of how someone overcame terrible adversity, or the audience is asked to count their blessings because that could be us, in an unluckier life.