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
Apple guru Steve Jobs was, according to Jobs, a casual liar, a cheat in matters both professional and personal, an arrogant asshole, a clever huckster, a superlative bullshitter, a rampant egotist, a canny opportunist, a disloyal business partner, a hot-tempered megalomaniac, a cowardly cur when it came to accepting responsibility (again, in matters both professional and personal), a terrible employee and an even more terrible boss, and so thorough a narcissist that he was content to sever personal ties and subject others to the injustices he suffered, as long as it got him what he wanted. And what did he want? To move — product that survives on the notion that personal technology will make our dreams come true. And yet somehow, the film manages to treat him like the 21st-century Jesus: a secular savior, to be treasured for what he drove others to make. With Ashton Kutcher. 2013.