The story of The Runaways — that band of young, born-to-be-wild girls packaged and sold to a world hungry for sexpot rockers — would be compelling even if one of them, leather-clad guitarist Joan Jett, didn’t prove herself a star with real staying power. Yet, Floria Sigismondi’s feature-length debut feels like a rough sketch of the band’s meteoric rise and humbling fall, teasing us with the promise of insight but rarely providing it. Read More