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 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.
There's something to be said for this minimal, brooding Bond - but all the emblems of the end are there.
After stints at the Times and at the New Statesman, he settled in at the Observer for the long haul in 1979. He left only when he reached his 80th birthday in 2013.
Stanley Nelson's new film doesn’t shake our suspicion that the stories being told have calcified into legend. Plus: Fresh Dressed.
Lava is being re-released on DVD, and is basically Mike Leigh meets Quentin Tarantino.
The atmosphere throughout this film resembles that last, desperate, twilight hour at any nightclub.
This film isn’t really shocking until you see the roll-call of different countries and the year in which each one granted the vote to women.
Physical resemblance between an actor and the real-life figure they are portraying is highly prized, but there’s much more to a successful biopic than the right face under a good wig.
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