Review: ‘A Wrinkle In Time’ Delivers Weird, Fun, And Heartfelt Family Entertainment

Forbes reviews A Wrinkle in Time. Mostly box office analysis, with a little actual movie review thrown in, you know, because it’s supposed to be a movie review.

The single most telling paragraph (for me):

Of the 33 “rotten” reviews of the film at the time of this writing, 91%
were from white film critics, 83% of which were specifically white men.
Meanwhile, more than half of the positive reviews were from women
critics, and about 20% were from persons on color of both genders. You
can look at these numbers and pretend it doesn’t matter, pretend there’s
no message or lesson to be gleaned from it, but frankly such reactions
are simply further demonstration of a lack of self-awareness of – or,
more often, an overt refusal to listen and/or admit to – white
privilege and male privilege institutionalized even within journalism,
including corners of journalism that like to fool themselves into
believing their opinions are magically free of such problems that run
rampant throughout the rest of society and workplaces.

White male reviewers hate it, everyone else says it’s wonderful. Best recommendation I can think of.

rootbeergoddess:

See I think A Wrinkle in Time just proves we need more female critics and more critics of color because…okay, let me see if I can explain this.

I saw the latest Blade Runner movie and I was bored to tears yet on the movies subreddit, everyone said I either didn’t get it or didn’t give the movie a chance. And when I gave my reasons as to why I didn’t like the movie, I was called close-minded. The movie wasn’t just dull but it had this creepy obsession with women yet didn’t respect women in any way and I found it ironic that a movie all about women and their rights to reproduce had the main character be a male. But obviously, I’m not smart enough to understand this movie.

Now with Wrinkle in Time, I enjoyed this movie and I do honestly feel like a lot of white, male critics are tearing the movie apart because they don’t get it or don’t try to get it. There is also a lot of callous talk concerning this movie.

“Oh, it’s too emotional! It’s too focused on self love!”

How…how are those bad things!?

Like I’m sorry but I am tired of every movie that is dark and gritty being hailed as something thought provoking and deep. Not every single piece of entertainment has to be depressing 24/7. I’ve also noticed that when it comes to movies that are dumb fun, if it doesn’t feature a man, it’s torn apart too. I liked Maleficent. It’s fun but if I like it, I’m an idiot apparently.

What I’m getting to is this. The job of the critic is to tell people if they would like a piece of media or if they would enjoy it. I’m able to see a movie and sometimes say, “This movie was not meant for me but someone else might like it.” I feel like a vast majority of today’s critics can’t do that and I think it’s important that critics be made up of more than just white dudes.

Did this make any sense?

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