Go see Dunkirk. In IMAX if possible.
Read a blisteringly sad review of it by Mehera Bonner, who seemed determine to put the worst possible face on feminism and view it through that lens...egad.
An excerpt:
The thing is, I just don't think
Dunkirk is a very good movie—if your definition of the word movie is "moving images held together by a plot." Like, yes: Dunkirk is very well-made. I felt like I was going to vomit during it, because that's how intense it was. And if your interests include riding a visual roller coaster called war, you will love it. But if you're a fan of films with plots, Dunkirk doesn't play that game. It's as if Christopher Nolan (sorry, "Nolan") plucked out the war scene from a script, and was like "let's just make this part extra long and call it a movie, lol."
Setting aside the sophomoric spirit of the bit, there's the internal contradiction present in this second paragraph. If you like a movie that's moving images held together by a plot it's well made. A few sentences later if you're a fan of plots, the thing that was a pillar of her admission, this isn't your film. Or, her review wasn't nearly as well put together as the film she calls "basic" by which she means low and lacking.
Why not Dunkirk? Because it's about men. Where are the other stories she wants to know? Well, they weren't on the beaches of Dunkirk, which is the examination at hand.
I plan to see the film anyway. I don't plan to read much more of Ms. Bonner...or anyone who believes "lol" belongs in something not produced by a teenager.