After a three-year break, I found time last weekend to attend the BFI London Film Festival 2014. Thanks to a generous friend who was prepared to endure the eccentricities of the LFF online booking system, I managed to fit in… Continue Reading →
Gone Girl will be best enjoyed with your blood-alcohol level raised and your expectations lowered. Before the 2014 BFI London Film Festival gets under way next week, I decided to indulge in some mainstream, big-budget Hollywood entertainment – David Fincher’s… Continue Reading →
Actor Philip Seymour Hoffman has died, aged just 46, and all some people seem concerned about is the future of The Hunger Games franchise. This is both crass and cruelly ironic, given that Hoffman’s filmography was notable more for quality… Continue Reading →
Either David O Russell is the hottest Hollywood director on the planet, or those myopic voters at the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences really need to get out a bit more. If I was an actor I would… Continue Reading →
“There nothing noble about poverty,” declares Jordan Belfort during one of his rabble-rousing speeches in Martin Scorsese’s Oscar-nominated biopic, The Wolf of Wall Street. Of course there’s not a hint of penury or nobility here – just three hours of… Continue Reading →
Thanks to @wayneley on Twitter for reminding me that 9 December was the 97th birthday of a true Hollywood great, Kirk Douglas. I must admit that I had put off writing about the star of Spartacus, thinking that an obituary… Continue Reading →
Renoir is a ravishing new biopic from director Gilles Bourdos that gives us two geniuses for the price of one. For most people the name is synonymous with the paintings of Impressionist master, Pierre-August Renoir. Cinephiles will also know that… Continue Reading →
When I watch The Servant, it's always the voice of Cleo Laine singing "All Gone" that echoes around my head for hours. John Dankworth's smoky torch song is as integral to Joseph Losey's haunting psychological drama as Barrett, the unctuous… Continue Reading →
“Once upon a time in South Central . . .” Opening with police sirens, screeching tyres and the first of innumerable F-words, the aural landscape of David Ayer’s End of Watch seems very familiar. This LA-set police drama is not… Continue Reading →
[pullquote align=”full” cite=”” link=”” color=”#1871bf” class=”” size=””]The middle section of We Have a Pope appears to have been flattened by a massive dose of Mogadon.[/pullquote] We Have a Pope (Habemus Papam) gets off to colourful start, with the masses in… Continue Reading →
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