Noah Berlatsky

Irritation is the way of all flesh. The question is, if you're going to be annoyed for all of eternity, who do you want to be doing the annoying?

Katniss is the voice of conscience and morality in the film, and in The Hunger Games series as a whole. In the just released last film in the series, she tries repeatedly to avoid unnecessary deaths. She insists that refugees from an attacked base be given an escape route, for example, and exposes herself in an effort to help them.

Action movies don't usually bother much with romance. The trailer for The Transporter: Refueled certainly doesn't. The hero is cool — sexy women, plural, throw themselves at him, or at least stand near him and things blow up; there are fights and revenge and high production values. Romance is, at best, a secondary concern.

For once, central character Andrew's flaws are tied up in the fact that he is—wait for it—fundamentally decent.

A new Facebook post calls into question cover depictions of hyper-sexualized men and women.

C.S. Lewis' classic book presents an unlikely challenge to the patriarchy in the form of its true hero, Lucy.

Genre boundaries are conscious of race—and, in the case of rock, conscious of gender too.

It's hard to deny the appeal of the masculine ideal, especially when embodied in Jude Law. And yet, it's also a depressing vision.

According to an Academy Awards voter, the right sort of people, with the right sort of education and connections, can't be racist.

It's not the gender that's the problem: It's the oppression.