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.
If a movie is stripped down to its plot, the logic had better be watertight. This is transparently not the case here.
The writer-director John Michael McDonagh’s dark comedy isn’t half as clever as it thinks it is.
Radcliffe is dead good in Swiss Army Man – meaning he is both good, and dead. Plus: Deepwater Horizon.
Little Men reminds us that Sachs is the the cinematic poet laureate of the gentrification drama.
Some of the most-celebrated films on at the 60th year of the BFI London Film Festival are sold out. Here are the ones that are still available – and worth seeing.
Two new films set out to recapture the magic of their classic originals. One of them achieves it.
Looking back at the 1986 biopic’s typically British mix of the real and surreal – and its rather unusual origins.
Viggo Mortensen and the rest of the cast try their best, but they're no match for a script so lacking in nuance.
The script for Allen’s Café Society is predictable, but Stewart's acting is glorious.
The US actor Gene Wilder has died at the age of 83. His weird and wonderful career is a reminder that comedy can provide acting of the highest calibre.
No country has ever left the EU before, so there's no map for where we're going.
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