There’s more to his larger-than-life turn than meets the eye.
A key death in Steven Spielberg’s 1997 sequel completely altered my perception of cinema.
Some major young acting talent is put to waste in Christopher Smith’s garbled and derivative neo-noir.
Rooney Mara is let down by weak scripting in this underpowered study of religious persecution in Ireland.
Jim Jarmusch lauds The Stooges, the greatest rock ’n’ roll band that ever lived.
The electro pop pioneer opens up his home and his studio in this intimate if uneven documentary profile.
There’s plenty to admire about this nifty, twisty Welsh-language thriller from director Euros Lyn.
Cara Delevingne and Will Poulter star in this bland bohemian coming-of-ager from Chris Foggin.
Despite Melissa McCarthy’s best efforts this loose capitalist satire is a comically bankrupt affair.
There’s a touch of Thomas Vinterberg about this impressive Aussie debut from Simon Stone.
From the story of an easily seduced movie sub-titler to an innovative study of exhuming the dead through acting.
Olmo and the Seagull deserves its comparison to Rosemary’s Baby, despite being a very different beast.
This ultra-violent FPS inspired actioner is about as fun as watching someone else play a video game.
The release of Jem and the Holograms reminded us of these great fictional female groups.
This Glasgow based sex odyssey offers little more than soap opera erotica.