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.
A baker’s dozen of interesting or noteworthy titles coming our way in the new year.
And the runners up.
The Danish Girl hasn't a clue about its own protagonist. Plus: Joy and Sisters reviewed.
Contains minor spoilers.
The movie operates on a Russian doll principle, with stories found nestling inside one another.
Terence Davies’s adaptation of Lewis Grassic Gibbons's 1932 novel hasn't "got legs" – that's the point.
In some cases 80 minutes can feel too long, whereas four hours can be just right. There is no way to judge except on a case-by-case basis.
Todd Haynes' Carol is as tantalising as hearing a tender ballad on a tinpot transistor. Plus: Bridge of Spies.
The actor’s New Yorker piece, “An Honest Film Review”, picks on an already enfeebled archetype for cheap laughs.
Love is a relationship examined through sex, with an emotional intimacy that would be disastrous in pornography.
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