Ryan Gilbey is the New Statesman's film critic. He is also the author of It Don't Worry Me (Faber), about 1970s US cinema, and a study of Groundhog Day in the "Modern Classics" series (BFI Publishing). He was named reviewer of the year in the 2007 Press Gazette awards.
Don't know what to watch this Christmas? Our film critic rounds up his picks of the year.
Michael Fassbender's new film doesn’t even have the decency to be bad in interesting ways.
This space-based love story is tainted by the unsavoury truth that it's a tale of stalking and voyeurism.
This labour of love from the legendary director is no more a movie than a pile of ingredients is a picnic.
This sophisticated new addition to the franchise fuses fantasy with grimy realism, and gives the actors space to actually act.
Gordon-Levitt makes Snowden’s motives transparent without ever fully dropping his guard. It is reassuring that a film in which people are spied can still have a protagonist who remains essentially unknowable.
Lee's film, in which the women of Chicago decide to go on a sex strike, is often muddled – but never dull.
The film director dabbles in advertising yet again, showing that his signature quirk can sell products as well as seduce audiences.
Adam Driver stars in this wry and poetic comedy.
Psychosis, hysteria and abuse characterises these works that look back at the former Soviet and Socialist republics.
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