Lee's film, in which the women of Chicago decide to go on a sex strike, is often muddled – but never dull.
Half-love letter, half-biopsy, Charlie Lyne's documentary analysis of teen movies is full of flashes of madness.
Oscar Isaac exploits his unique charisma and mutable appearance in two of the biggest films released this awards season.
In Ex Machina, Alex Garland – writer of The Beach and 28 Days Later – suggests that the brave new dawn of artificial intelligence will not kill off our crappy old gender dynamics. Helen Lewis meets him.
Film posters are addicted to showing a faceless woman from behind, with her legs framing the real hero.
Despite strikingly similar prodigies and deranged mentors, Whiplash and Foxcatcher offer two very different takes on the mentor/pupil relationship.
There was a bit more to Agincourt than a dozen Rada graduates standing around between two curtains.
The physicist is held up as an example of what you can achieve in life if you have a disability, but he was only diagnosed with motor neurone disease when he was 21 – his career was set in motion while he was still able-bodied.
The trend for using long-dead actresses to front campaigns aimed at female consumers is at best tasteless and at worst insidious.
The paintings are anything but dry in Frederick Wiseman's documentary about the London gallery.
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