BlacKkKlansman is inspired by actual events – or, as the opening titles put it, “Dis joint is based on some fo’ real, fo’ real shit.”
From Coriolanus in L.A. to Titus Andronicus in space, there’s little here to celebrate.
Debra Granik charts the evolution of a father-daughter relationship in microscopic detail.
Returning to the same films over and over can only inhibit our viewing habits.
Diane Kruger is propulsive: but she has an instinct for subtlety that isn’t shared by her director.
A role like this presents a particular challenge for Everett.
Their scheme runs like Rolex clockwork. You never feel the shiver of risk.
Two new documentaries, about Alexander McQueen and Studio 54, are caught between rejoicing in excess and mourning its effects.
Martel’s adaptation of the Argentine novel is David Lynch meets Samuel Beckett.
The movie is now on release in an “unrestored” 70mm Cinerama roadshow version.
Filmmakers love Ian McEwan for his dramatic set-pieces – but ungainly flashbacks and ageing make-up ruin this adaptation.