As much about the immorality of the capitalist forces demolishing the lives of everyday people as it is about having hot roommates

As much about the immorality of the capitalist forces demolishing the lives of everyday people as it is about having hot roommates
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
It's clear they're getting scared. As acceptance of the idea of socialism is coming back, especially among younger people, the media is slowly and subtly pushing anti-communist narratives back to the fore. Right now, a show on HBO about Chernobyl distorts the truth in key places to demonize the Soviets. It's an opportunistic take on a real tragedy, and so much of the working class solidarity that alleviated the horror of the tragedy is hidden from view. Meanwhile, stories like…
Completely sends the expected advocacy drama to the back row in favor of this prickly story about a pretty unpleasant woman self-actualizing by locating her greatest innate skill: looking outside herself. Obviously the original (much thornier) ERIN BROCKOVICH. Even if that's bullshit I just made up, Streep's chain-smoking white trash Karen Silkwood is a gigantic fucking mood, plus she gets to bone Kurt Russell and Cher is gay for her. Great movie.
I feel like more people would watch this if they knew cher plays a butch lesbian in it so I’m just going to say it: cher plays a butch lesbian in this movie
also meryl has a mullet and still looks gorgeous...legends only
it should be difficult to balance sheer horror at situation unfolding with reverence for Cher's whole deal in this, but Nichols + Ephron really pull it off. would be a good double feature with Blue Collar, obviously, but no way to end the night without feeling so sad
A simmering and tenderly drawn thriller about the effects of radiation, union organizing, gay roommates, and Kurt Russell’s jeans.
Returning to Mike Nichols' films this year, and I'm struck by how you can always count on the perfect balance of unyielding humanism and acid-burn cynicism. I don't know how he does it.
Why does the letterboxd poster for this look like it's some sexy threesome movie? It's actually a drama about evil corporations and workers' rights and radiation poisoning and mullets and labor unions and Cher is a butch lesbian.
By the final 10 minutes of this I could feel my stomach developing knots, only for my premonition to be correct. It’s so scary to know the lengths that corporations will go to keep immoral activity hidden. The corrupted nature of these companies accompanied with the people willing to protect it truly makes me question humanity's nature often. Sadly, the people who feel the moral imperative to do the right thing almost always…
Now more than ever, it’s terrifying to think about what the government is capable of hiding from us and more importantly, the extreme measures that they will take to keep catastrophic information out of the public eye.
There have been a number of films throughout cinema history to explore these ideas of corporate corruption, but nothing comes quite close to this. Silkwood recounts the story of a working-class whistleblower who uncovered damaging information about the government’s attempt to hide unsafe working…
Manages to evoke some really deep-rooted feelings of grief and fear. The gradual decline of Karen Silkwood’s health, community, and stability hits so hard thanks to Streep’s phenomenal performance. Lots of little mannerisms she incorporates as the film progresses that convey so clearly where Karen was at mentally and physically. The Karen at the beginning of the film is essentially a different person than who we see at the end after alls been said and done and that makes the…
Spring 2020 relevancy alert: the workers at the plant gripe that even though they have regularly scheduled emergency test sirens they don't actually conduct safety drills because the company is concerned about the negative effect following safety protocols would have on productivity.
Anyway, enjoy your lives, I'm moving in with shitkicking union rep Meryl Streep, lesbian stoner Cher, and perma-shirtless Kurt Russell, my new roommates.