A Billionaire Affair by Niobia Bryant
Nepotism and elitism served on a platter of Daddy’s money. Diagnosis: 300% not woke.
Nepotism and elitism served on a platter of Daddy’s money. Diagnosis: 300% not woke.
Wes Craven’s final film is this. This. No wonder the world is effed up.
Ooh, the heroine is a hot, sexy French spy… oh wait, she’s actually one of those sad victims with daddy and mommy issues. Next.
Were there that many gay subtext in old stories, and did Annie Proulx ruin gay cowboys with that story? Teddypig weighs in.
Where can I find all these generous bosses that let their employees use these bosses’ super-nice big houses and such? Call me, Generous Bosses!
This… ugh.
This is in some ways the author coming closest to her bygone glory days. Some ways, but still more ways to go.
Oh, right, back into that corner M Night Shyamalan goes. Sheesh, he can’t even sustain a momentum built by a rare good movie from him.
And Maya Rodale continues to be a romantic humorist who keeps missing the point. Sigh.
Teddypig thinks this is a well-written doozy, because “love” here is presented without one of the duo having any choice in the matter.