
Trap Street review (London Film Festival)
It’s never intense enough for the paranoid thriller it wants to be, but it has some chilling things to say about the dangers of the not-quite all-seeing eye of a total-surveillance society.

It’s never intense enough for the paranoid thriller it wants to be, but it has some chilling things to say about the dangers of the not-quite all-seeing eye of a total-surveillance society.

There’s no reason or logic in this found-footage yawner, and nothing rises to the level of even adolescent notions of sexy-scary.

A hugely ambitious film reminiscent of The Matrix and the works of Terry Gilliam while also carving out its own apocalyptic sci-fi space.

The boys in “person.”

It’s like Billy Elliot, except with opera singing. James Corden isn’t as charming as Jamie Bell, though.

What it looked like from the other side of the barriers, at Saturday night’s London Film Festival gala screening of Half of a Yellow Sun.
Really don’t want to have to do that, but I’m getting pretty desperate. But there’s a way you can prevent it happening…

This is a thing now — probably thanks to “The Doctor’s Wife.”

Ralph Fiennes is going to be funny again! He’s hardly ever funny, and he’s funny when he’s funny.

Simple question this week, but a tough choice…