Happy End (2017)
Happy End is another distancing dose of misanthropy from the misanthropic master, Michael Haneke.
Happy End is another distancing dose of misanthropy from the misanthropic master, Michael Haneke.
Rungano Nyoni’s first feature, I Am Not a Witch, is one hell of a début.
Faces Places bubbles with irrepressible charm.
When I first heard about a sequel to Sicario – one of my favourite films of 2015 – my first thought was ‘why does this need to exist?’ Having seen the film, I don’t have a satisfactory answer to that question.
I wish there were more studio comedies like Tag.
Pixar have got their mojo back.
Ocean’s Eight might be a heist film, but the real scam here is the film itself.
Chappaquiddick is a contemporary example of how superb filmmaking can elevate middling screenplays.
Half the time you feel like you’re watching a masterfully crafted bit of art-action; the other half it’s a shambolic mess barely held together by spit, sticky tape … and the sheer force of will of Nicolas Cage at his most unhinged.
I’m a sucker for a good gimmick. And what better gimmick for a film about Vincent van Gogh than to hand paint every damn frame?