American Hustle (2013) – You are walking a strange, precarious line with me, Amy Adams. You still have a lot of work to do to make up for Julie and Julia and your complete non-presence in Doubt. I can’t even be sure American Hustle did anything to appreciably vindicate those things. It’s hard to get past the idea that all the women in this movie were props for the men. Not that it ultimately determines anything useful about a specific movie, but for what it’s worth, I’m fairly certain this movie doesn’t pass the Bechdel Test, unless you count women talking about nail polish. I don’t.