In Sonita, the girls chat about the opposite sex just like any other group of teenagers, except that here they are comparing the ages of their husbands-to-be. Plus: Queen of Katwe.
These back-room frumps whisper instructions into the earpieces of tuxedo-wearing spies out on the casino floors, or save them from pursuers by launching strategic missile attacks at a moment’s notice.
It’s junk cinema but, like the Millennium Falcon, it’s fast junk – and don’t you dare call it junk unless you’re a fan, for only its fans can criticise it.
To look at the campaign for Tomorrowland, you’d think Disney had already decided it was yesterday’s news.
Ryan Gilbey is left feeling chilled by Abderrahmane Sissako’s remarkable Timbuktu.
Fact versus fantasy.
The actor’s comments about the infantilisation of culture have caused a storm. Is he right to want to put away childish things?
Because most Hollywood films are so bad at dealing with female characters, Mad Max: Fury Road stands out for trying. But it still uses lazy, sexist tropes and clichéd plot devices.
As Mad Max: Fury Road hits our screens, we look back at the 1979 original exploitationanza.
Céline Sciamma’s third coming-of-age film subverts expectations every step of the way.
Top Five is a cleverly profane version of Woody Allen's Stardust Memories, but sometimes it veers into self-sabotage.
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