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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 and is Film Critic in Residence at Falmouth University.
This film about anti-depressive plants has an atmosphere of horticultural dread.
The latest in a long line of adaptations of Austen’s novel doesn’t attempt anything too radical.
Parasite works as entertainment and analysis, treat and treatise.
Does this black and white film add up to anything more than a sustained stylistic experiment?
Armando Iannucci’s adaptation finds joy, even if it loses some of the darkness of the novel.
Entrusting a film about the exploitation of women to the director of the Austin Powers trilogy was a risk scarcely worth taking.
From the welcome shout-outs to the perverse omissions.
Made to appear as though it was shot in just one take – the question is not how the makers of 1917 achieved this coup, but why.
With nominations for some of the worst movies of this awards season, as well as a stubborn omission of most non-white talent, Bafta has some claim on being the most clueless awards body.
From Little Women to Star Wars.
