The Gentlemen (2019)
The Gentlemen sees Guy Ritchie return to home turf: posturing gangsters doing gangster shit.
The Gentlemen sees Guy Ritchie return to home turf: posturing gangsters doing gangster shit.
A shitty year with some excellent movies.
Keaton, Chaplin, Tati, Lloyd – and, now, Paddington Bear.
Marguerite seems like an odd choice to make the move from the Alliance Français French Film Festival to a general Australian release. Granted, it did well at the Cesars, but its pedigree is paired with a lacklustre, sluggish heap of a movie, ambling through half-assed farce and undercooked politics while finding little of merit beyond…
Catching The Man from U.N.C.L.E. on the tail-end of a Mission: Impossible marathon brings into focus how different Guy Ritchie’s latest feels from both the average spy thriller and today’s typical blockbuster. This isn’t to say there’s anything especially innovative going on here – outside of the ‘60s setting, it’s a pretty standard spy story…