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.
There is little to surprise a seasoned awards-watcher in this year’s nominations – Ryan Gilbey gives his verdict.
Despite strikingly similar prodigies and deranged mentors, Whiplash and Foxcatcher offer two very different takes on the mentor/pupil relationship.
The paintings are anything but dry in Frederick Wiseman's documentary about the London gallery.
The smart, insightful and oddly underrated US actor Ethan Hawke on first meeting River Phoenix, the Sony hacking crisis and “the beauty of censorship”.
The new year already offers the promise of Tilda Swinton in a fetching wig and the scariest film since Halloween. What's not to like?
Ryan Gilbey casts an eye over the Christmas fare.
These are not politicians, or powerful corporations meddling with our data, they are Hollywood executives bickering like anyone else. The free speech argument just doesn’t add up.
The first two parts of Peter Jackson’s super-sized Hobbit trilogy held their own, but the director squanders all his best assets in this sorry mess of a final installment.
Cinemas are going to be full of biopics in the next couple of months – in preparation, Ryan Gilbey picks the best examples of the form from the past few years.
This gritty tale of eastern European rent boys in Paris might at first sound like Ken Loach gone gay. But the effect is more redolent of a Gus Van Sant spin on Oliver Twist.
The greatest offerings from the only new film genre to have emerged in the last 50 years.
The way Turing’s story is told is comparable to the montage in Big Brother when Davina McCall told evictees: “Let’s have a look at your best bits.” The Imitation Game is Alan Turing’s best bits.
Nineteen months after his death in April 2013, a new documentary tells the story of Chicago Sun-Times film critic Roger Ebert - his bravery in the face of illness, and his uniquely democratic approach to cinema.
It’s hard to care about the future of civilisation when we meet so few members of it worth saving and most of those behave like they know they’re in a movie.
Ryan Gilbey is chilled by new releases The Badabook, Annabelle and It Follows.
Meanwhile, the suspension of disbelief is getting harder and harder to pull off.
For every stab at dirty realism in Fury, there is a sanitising touch to make everything clean again.
The news that both a Dad’s Army film and Ghostbusters 3 are in the works is great for nostalgia fans. But how do you go about updating something well-loved without wrecking it?
Bhardwaj relocates the action to Kashmir in the mid-1990s. If the graft doesn’t quite take, it’s because the film is so persuasive in portraying the oppression of the Kashmiri people that the woes of Hamlet seem small beer.
The Motion Picture Association of America may have a poor track record on equality - but in the case of Pride their decision was just and correct.
This film, adapted by Gillian Flynn from her bestselling thriller, is a whodunnit without a body.
Maps to the Stars places elements of ghost story, black comedy and Hollywood satire in a screwball framework.
The Dutch director, who has died aged 82, stole the unfinished reels for Phoenix’s last film Dark Blood from after coming close to death in 2007.
Lone Scherfig’s film adaptation of the 2010 play Posh feels unbalanced: we want to see a bit of naughty fun before the nastiness kicks in.
Our film critic Ryan Gilbey previews the 58th London Film Festival, which opens next month.
In The Guest, Stevens plays David, a stranger who pitches up on the doorstep of a grieving American family. He claims to be a friend of their eldest son, who died in combat in Afghanistan but it’s clear to the viewer he’s bad news.
Sin City: A Dame to Kill For imagines what 1940s cinema might have looked like with CGI and no Hays Code - but it falls short of that era’s crackling dialogue, smoky characters and emotional pull.
Dogfight at the Southwark Playhouse shows that a musical using an existing film as its springboard is no more or less likely to succeed than an entirely original work. And rightly so.