25thirty years since Footloose came out, and Kevin Bacon’s still got the moves (and Jimmy Fallon has a gift for cheesy setups).
I had a lot more sympathy for the petition against the casting of Ben Affleck as Batman in the upcoming Batty vs Supes movie than I do for the new petition against the casting announcement for the upcoming Fifty Shades of Grey movie. Perhaps only because the petition against Affleck’s casting was better written, which makes me a snob, I know.
The new documentary I Am A Girl is about to screen, briefly, in Sydney and Melbourne. The film gives six teenage girls, each in a different country, the space to speak of their lives.
Deborah Mailman has been one of Australia’s most beloved actors for a couple of decades now, despite managing to look twenty only recently in the Sapphires.
Content note: child rape.
Didion at Feminéma, who has just become my new favourite person, has written a response to comments made by Roman Polanski at a press conference at the Cannes Film Festival, where he continues to be welcome.
Remember the rules? It’s been a while: you must choose one of each of the three candidates to match each fate. No skipping any.
Or you could just talk about your favourite entertainments, since this is just a hook to hang some pop culture on. How about this awards season, eh?
Last night my family sat down together to watch Coraline, and I found myself instinctively grouping it with two other films centred on little girls navigating dark and strange fantasy lands, Hayao Miyazaki’s Spirited Away and Guillermo Del Toro’s Pan’s Labyrinth.
This is a feast of a film, a comedy-drama-romance of families, friendships and forgiveness which sparkles with subtly dazzling restraint, studded with troubling emotions and snort-out-loud humour.
…while I talk about archery.
James Bond and Indiana Jones in the Wild West versus aliens with frickin’ lasers – but what was missing?
While I’m anticipating the new version of Total Recall with Colin Farrell with a certain degree of relish, I can’t help but note that so far as late-80s Arnie dystopic movie remakes go, TR aims at much softer (because interplanetary farther-future etc) targets than The Running Man ever did.