The Reluctant Fundamentalist has a great opening - primarily because of its use of a hypnotic 8 minute Pakistani folk duet while we witness a family gathering intercut with a street kidnapping.
Unfortunately, there's nothing else in the film that can live up to it. The first act is quite enjoyable as we watch the excellent Riz Ahmed's Changez land a job at a top New York financial analysts and work his way up the corporate ladder under the guidance…
Nothing I can usefully add to the last 64 years of film criticism! One of Hitchcock's very best.
If you want people wondering up and down beautifully lit corridors the Inferno is the Argento for you.
There is a view that Inferno is the underrated gem of Argento’s classic period but for me it will always play second fiddle to the likes of Suspiria, Tenebrae, Deep Red and Opera.
Peak Robin Williams for sure, but the whole premise is just a bit creepy. Pierce Brosnan is a thoroughly nice guy who gets thoroughly shat on.
In which Jack Black perfectly encapsulates everything I love about rawk and everything I love about mainstream American comedy.
David Lean does Dickens. It's obviously going to be good and it is a fairly faithful adaptation but I couldn't get past 38-year-old John Mills playing 20-year-old Mr Pip.
The most incredible display of fake facial hair ever committed to celluloid. There's a lot of fun to be had playing Spot the Actor Behind the Massive Muttonchops. Martin Sheen, Tom Berenger, C Thomas Howell, a particularly finely moustachioed Jeff Daniels, they're all here lurking behind impressive chin warmers.
Gettysburg is a 4 hour undertaking, mercifully split into three parts for TV consumption, with each part telling the story of one day of the battle. Going into it with little…
Better than I remembered and I definitely don’t hate it as much as the rest of the world appears to.
The first 45 minutes are really good fun and it’s only when Max gets tied to a donkey and sent into the desert that the film loses focus and steam, from which it never really recovers.
It demonstrates how annoying the two female leads are that the film is infinitely improved when their mouths are stitched to arses and they can't talk any more.
The Human Centipede really is a load of absolute tosh, but so gleefully unpleasant in places it's ultimately quite good fun.