A good year for women on film, as exemplified in new releases The Eyes of My Mother, Miss Sloane, and more
Matthew Lickona 5 p.m., Dec. 9
Norman Jewison's pre-sold youth movie. It has vibrant electronic music (played at perilous volume), a legion of agile young bodies, a clean and aromatic environment, and a beach-y color scheme of sky-blues and desert-tans. All it needs, beyond that, is a subject worthy of its buoyant production values — something on the order of pajama parties or the hang-gliding scene. In a funny way, the Passion Play subject of this pretentiously classified "rock opera" is trivialized beyond recognition by Douglas Slocombe's chic imagery, the actors' athletic showboating, and the insipid pop-song lyrics — repetitive, awkward, and often unsingable (try mouthing "Gethsemane," for instance). 1973.