If you’re looking for an alternative to all the feel-good movie entertainment this holiday season, and you want something that will make you want to take a long Silkwood shower after watching it, I suggest “Babygirl” (A24). A depressing blend of sexual compulsion, infidelity, inappropriate workplace behavior, abuse of power, degradation, and heterosexual horror. The best thing that can be said about “Babygirl” is that the queer character far outshines her straight counterparts.

Mother knows best.
At least that’s what she’d like you to think because she said it a hundred times while you were
growing up, until you actually believed. One day, though, if you were lucky, you learned that
Mother didn’t always know best, but she did her best – like in the new book “Cher: The
Memoir Part One” by Cher, when Mom helped make a star.

Being an intermission host of a Miami Coral Gables-based silent reading party has been an amazing experience. 

The world of the music biopic is littered with as many failures (“Back To Black,” “Jersey Boys,” “Whitney Houston: I Wanna Dance With Somebody,” “Respect,” and “Stardust”) as successes (“What’s Love Got To Do With It?”, “Get On Up,” “Ray,” “Coal Miner’s Daughter,” “Rocketman,” and “Control”).