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
“Rock is dead!” declares evil band manager Paul Giamatti, and Rock of Ages just dares you to disagree. Do you ever find yourself missing the glory days of dinosaur rock (Journey), glam metal (Poison), and power ballads (REO Speedwagon)? Would it help if we blended all that up and used it as the soundtrack to a kitschy musical? Or what if we put those songs in the mouths of plasticine nymphoids (Julianne Hough) or ageless nostalgia-bots (Tom Cruise), depending on the emotional need (or approximation thereof) of the moment? Good times! 2012.