Carrie Rickey has been The Philadelphia Inquirer's film critic for 21 years and writes the newspaper's Flickgrrl blog. She has reviewed films as diverse as "Water" and "The Waterboy," profiled celebrities from Lillian Gish to Will Smith, and reported on technological beakthroughs from the video revolution to the rise of movies on demand. Her reviews are syndicated nationwide and she is a regular contributor to Entertainment Weekly, MSNBC and NPR. Rickey's essays appear in numerous anthologies, including "The Rolling Stone History of Rock & Roll," "The American Century," and the Library of America's "American Movie Critics."
Nice message, if one with considerably less bite than the source material. English has taken Luce’s insight that for women, friendship can be a lethal weapon, and blunted it in the warm bath of self-help. Read more>>
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Despite a winning performance by Anna Faris, the cutest thing in platform shoes since Goldie Hawn, the film falls on its keister so many times that before long the perky pinkness turns bruising black-and-blue. Read more>>
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Women on Film
Donaldson, deft maker of kindred political intrigues such as Marie, No Way Out, and Thirteen Days, directs in a wry, spry style, propelling viewers through the densely plotted story that connects the high-born to low-lifes. Read more>>
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In drama, Frances McDormand’s perpetually pursed mouth signals that she is a no-nonsense gal. In comedy, however, her pinched kisser is just as perpetually contradicted by merry eyes that see all and are amused by most. Read more>>
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Who says movies aren’t educational? Films about prehistoric life offer so many unexpected lessons. In 10,000 B.C., Roland Emmerich’s tedious, ludicrous and harmless glimpse of the dawn of civilization, we see the origins of modern hair and makeup. The humans have dreadlocks and mud-masques, and so do the woolly mammoths. Very hip, very organic. Always a good thing when predators and prey are coordinated. Read more>>
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As Hillary Clinton faces the full-court press this primary season, I am reminded of Joan Allen in The Contender (pictured), where a U.S. Senator (D. - Ohio) stands firm against defamers who fear a female vice-president. Read More>>
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Women on Film
To the extent that the film has any value beyond the charms of its principals, it satirizes how women are (mis)treated in the workplace. Read more>>
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As with all Burton films, Sweeney is atmospheric and haunting, like a William Blake engraving with Dolby Digital sound. It seeps into your bones like fog. Read more
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Like a musical Zelig or Forrest Gump, Dewey Cox (whose surname is stroked for every naughty pun imaginable) for five decades is at the center of the hurricane that is pop music, mastering every idiom from rock to rap. Read more
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