“I’m Not Here to Collect Postcards”: The Atomic Blonde Who Came in From the Cold of London & Into the Fire of Berlin

If you thought times of political tension were anything new, Atomic Blonde is the perfect slick, yet cheeky action, yet historical film to remind you that “the world is run on secrets.” Or as Beyoncé might say, “Who run the world? Secrets.” That being said, the steely, impossibly cool demeanor …

Madonna’s Letter About Sharon Stone/Whitney Houston Isn’t As Much About Them As A Contempt for Public Taste

Madonna herself has been called by the most damning of her critics such usual derisive adjectives as “derivative,” “hack” and, Morrissey’s favorite, “McDonna.” Yet what they’re condemning isn’t her work, but her personality, lifestyle and the so-called audacity of a woman to treat men the way they do females. Or, …

How Jake Ryan Ruined My (And Every Other Heteronormative White Woman’s) Life

What amount of ink hasn’t been spilled over the oeuvre of John Hughes and his many-splendored universe of characters? There has also been no shortage of backlash and vitriolic criticisms of the auteur’s work, mainly discussing his tunnel vision of depicting only exemplars of white privilege (Ferris Bueller, in particular, …