Call Me By Your Name is a Sticky, Slick, Impossibly Sweet Masterpiece
Call Me By Your Name is less a love story than a cinema of sensation: the tenderness of touch, the sheen of sweat, the cool calm of water.
Call Me By Your Name is less a love story than a cinema of sensation: the tenderness of touch, the sheen of sweat, the cool calm of water.
A Quiet Passion – a biopic of Emily Dickinson – is a charming and sharp-edged film possessing undeniable artistry.
It’s no huge surprise that Andy Serkis’ directorial debut would be such a transparent pitch for awards recognition.
Only the Brave does the story of the Granite Mountain Hotshots justice by judiciously downplaying their greatness.
We soon realise this is not another period drama about an unhappy wife learning to copy with country life.
In This Corner of the World is a different kind of war film.
It’s testament to the charm and character of Pixar’s latest, Coco, that it can win a crusty critic like myself over without once deviating from Pixar’s established formula.
Telling the story of a New Zealand haunted house, director Florian Habicht nurtures the stories that blossom from the branches of this gnarled tree.
James Franco’s The Disaster Artist clearly intends us to laugh at The Room’s Tommy Wiseau, but it also wants us to recognise his twisted genius.
The Butterfly Tree is the latest Australian film to fall into the uneasy no-man’s-land between ‘art film’ and ‘adult drama’.