This year, the film I have most looked forward to seeing is Christopher Nolan’s Dunkirk. As a World War II buff and history teacher, when I heard this film was being made, my immediate reaction was, “Finally, a movie about the single most important event of the war.” Without the evacuation at Dunkirk, the Normandy Invasions might not have been possible, as a large number of that D-Day force was made up of those rescued from Dunkirk’s beaches. Because of the event’s historical importance, not to mention cultural significance, the subject matter deserves an expert director, an ensemble cast, and a screenplay that presents the material in a new, exciting way. With Nolan at the helm, and with a plethora of British stars, both old and new, Dunkirk is easily the best film of the year so far. Continue reading Christopher Nolan’s Cleverness Never Ends | Film Review: “Dunkirk”
On Sunday, the BBC announced that Jodie Whittaker would be taking over as the 13th Doctor for the upcoming season of Doctor Who. After decades of male Doctors, and several seasons of a showrunner whose gender politics are less than kind to women, the change is long overdue. Ratings drooped under Steven Moffat’s reign and the imagination doesn’t have to stretch far to connect the dots–female sci-fi fans expect better, and it looks like we’re finally getting it.
Not everyone is so pleased by the change, however. As the average misogynist took to twitter to complain about how they “they don’t call it Nurse Who for a reason,” several British publications bizarrely voiced their opinion by way of digging up screenshots of nude scenes Whittaker had done in previous work. The Sun, among a few other British magazines such as Mail Online and The Daily Star, published nude screenshots of Whittaker under all variety of disturbing headlines–Whittaker’s “saucy screen past” and her “Dalektable” figure were put under a microscope mere moments after her accomplishment was praised by previous actors who played the role. Continue reading Yes, Publishing the First Female Doctor’s Nude Screenshots is Still Sexist
Turns out the drugs from last episode were part of a large-scale heroin operation–finally, none of that “omg weed is so dangerous” nonsense that they tried to give us with FP’s confession last episode.
The introduction to this episode features not just Jughead’s voiceover revealing the story, but also Alice Cooper’s as she pens a story for the paper. Betty is writing too. Because Riverdale can’t just let us sit with a conclusion, they rehash what went down: Clifford killed Mustang and tried to implicate Hiram Lodge to cover up killing his own son and the drug operation he ran in Riverdale. He threatened FP by holding Jughead’s life over his head if he didn’t confess. And he would’ve gotten away with it, too, if it weren’t for those meddling kids. Continue reading Recapping Riverdale: Chapter 13, “The Sweet Hereafter”
Just in case you forgot last episode, someone planted a gun in FP’s trailer and the kids are going to go catch them. That’s a good idea. Because, you know, they’re kids. Looking for a potential murderer. No problem.
Thankfully, Good Boy Archie suggests consulting the parents before looking for Jughead themselves. They gather the adults in Archie’s living room and they argue about what to do for a minute–Hermione is angry that her daughter broke into FP’s trailer in the first place, Alice narrowly dodges responsibility on convincing kids to do illegal things yet again, and Archie just wants the truth but Fred forbids him from looking for it–until they come to the general consensus that the kids should just stay out of it in order to stay safe. That’s not about to fly with Bad Girl Betty, though–she and Archie sneak out later to look for Jughead anyways. Continue reading Recapping RIverdale: Chapter 12, “Anatomy of a Murder”
When Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides was released, I doubt anyone was more excited than I was at seeing the fourth installment of my favorite film franchise. By the time it ended, while I enjoyed the music, Geoffrey Rush’s performance, and Johnny Depp’s usual flapping, drunken demeanor, I wished the third had been the end. It was the perfect ending to the trilogy, you know? Sparrow singing “A Pirate’s Life for Me” to close the series just as a young Elizabeth sang it to open it seemed like a perfect, fitting finale. Alas, they ruined it with a fourth, nonsensical film (I’m still trying to figure out why Sam Claflin was even there to begin with), and so the need for a fifth and maybe even sixth was apparent. Not just for monetary purposes, but to fix what Producer Jerry Bruckheimer had clearly screwed up…and thankfully, Dead Men Tell No Tales cleaned up the disasterous fourth film WALL-E style.