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.
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.
Pedro Almodóvar couldn't be boring if he tried.
This documentary about the making of Gary Numan’s new album is full of the warmth and silliness of family life.
The Eighties Australian exploitation movie, Dead-End Drive-In, uses this trope to challenge viewers.
David Brent: Life on the Road is great in the details, but lacks the dramatic range required by cinema.
The director of Wiener-Dog is like Woody Allen's even-more-despairing kid brother – and I don't just mean in his looks.
Apichatpong Weerasethakul’s Primitive 2009, currently at Tate Modern, looked every bit as ravishing as his cinema work, yet it was hard to enjoy while people around me scrolled through their phones.
Pixar's latest animation, a sequel to Finding Nemo, gives forgetful fish Dory a lead. Plus: Jason Bourne.
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