Some of the most delicate work Eastwood has ever done.

Maleficent is the quintessential strong female lead who doesn't need to adopt traditionally masculine qualities to defeat the men arrayed against her.

Remains the greatest entry in the strange milieu of Tarantino knock-off cinema, despite being all but written off at the time of its release.

Roberts’ layered, campy performance of the Evil Queen, as well as the reflection in her magic mirror, is in itself a work of art.

Deserves another look as a forgotten masterpiece of 2000s-era sex comedies.

Uptown Girls is not only supposed to be about learning to act your age but also of the dangers of growing up too soon.

Hopefully, by the time the film itself is “30, flirty, and thriving!” it will get the respect it deserves.

The Fate of the Furious challenges us to consider the tangibly individual scale next to the globally catastrophic.

There must have been something in the water in the mid-to-late ‘90s, as we had fortyish women like Davis, Jamie Lee Curtis and Sigourney Weaver all carrying action films.

A more than hilarious commentary on the we’re-absolutely-fucked-ness of US society.