A likeable enough adaptation, but throughout, I couldn’t help but wonder how the novel’s legions of fans would take to it. Because there has been a major change to this none-too-subtle story of womanhood in the 1950’s, maybe because the filmmakers thought there weren’t “Lessons” enough in the much beloved book?
Bruce Springsteen’s “Addicted to Romance”, written to accompany the credits on Rebecca Miller’s film, is lithe and lovely. Too bad the movie itself is anything but.
This sizzling psychological thriller is a lot more fun than it probably should be. Because premiering writer/director Chole Domont is tackling some heavy duty stuff here. And, for the most part, she delivers a compelling, all too contemporary puzzle we’ll be putting together long after the film is over.
You might think a movie about an extra-terrestrial would have its head in the clouds. But this little charmer has its feet firmly planted on the ground and its heart wide open.
Strap yourself in for this irresistible force. Because Ethan Hunt and team are back on a mission to save the world and, from the looks of things, the box office. And with what they’re delivering, who wouldn’t choose to accept that?
There’s a parallel to be made between the refined palate offerings of Carmy’s Michelin-aiming new restaurant and the glorious arc of this season. Because each new episode, most named after something foodie, brings us a perfect blend of the salty, sweet, sour, bitter and savory. It’s not just ambitious stuff, it delivers. And boy, is it delicious.
You can’t say this season doesn’t start off with a bang. Just like that, we get to watch as most of those iconic ladies have some super steamy sex. Which, after all, is a rather on brand reminder the origins of all this were a book and series that wasn’t called Sex and the City for nothing.