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.
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.
Tangerine has so much vitality and pizzazz, the fact it was made on an iPhone is almost besides the point. Plus: Steve Jobs.
“The film is definitely in 3D,” the cinema manager insisted. “It’s just not-very-good 3D.”
The new adaptation of Colm Tóibín's Brooklyn shows how minor decisions can be lifechanging. Plus: He Named Me Malala (PG).
The actor Kevin Pollak interviews 50 comics, and comic actors, about their craving for the laughter and approval of strangers.
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