The Romance of American Liberalism
Grading a century of liberal film presidents.
Eileen Jones is a film critic at Jacobin, host of the Filmsuck podcast, and author of Filmsuck, USA.
Grading a century of liberal film presidents.
The Birth of a Nation isn't up to capturing the brutal, prophetic justice of Nat Turner's rebellion.
The new Ghostbusters isn’t a feminist triumph. It’s just a bad movie.
The Free State of Jones isn't very good entertainment, but it deserves credit for getting much of the story of the Civil War and Reconstruction right.
Richard Linklater’s Everybody Wants Some!! assumes we'd all like to return to the days when the boys ruled campus.
Batman is a fascist. Superman is dead. I'm bored.
The communists in the Coen brothers' Hail Caesar! are silly caricatures, but the film upholds basic Marxist premises.
Instead of a captivating revenge film, The Revenant quickly becomes an overwrought mess.
M. Night Shymalan plays on our fears of growing old in his new movie The Visit.
Why have so many films dealing with the Civil War embraced the Confederate struggle?
Channeling Steven Spielberg, Jurassic World sets the “bad” forces of social upheaval against the “good” traditional values.
Selma isn’t just a great movie. Its sense of history and justice is deeply politicizing.
We’re not saying we're on North Korea’s side this time around. But we’re definitely not on Seth Rogen's.
Interstellar celebrates American-style frontier expansion and retrograde masculinity. It’s an ideological monstrosity.
David Fincher’s Gone Girl revels in the sickness of our culture by making it seem attractive.
Who doesn't want to watch armed chimpanzees ride horses?
Despite his libertarianism, Mike Judge’s Silicon Valley tears apart tech elites with a ruthless precision we haven’t seen since Office Space
With The Grand Budapest Hotel, Wes Anderson has reached the dizzying point of fantasizing about feeling nostalgic for nostalgia itself.
The Wolf of Wall Street's eleventh hour Hail Mary doesn't atone for the rest of the film's gleeful celebration of rich assholes.
To see Philip Seymour Hoffman even in films that you hated was to come away awed.