
Matterhorn review (LOCO London Comedy Film Festival)
It had me confounded, in the most delightful way, and left me with a big stupid grin on my face and tears in my eyes.

It had me confounded, in the most delightful way, and left me with a big stupid grin on my face and tears in my eyes.

What is supposed to be funny and heartwarming is instead creepy and stalkerish. There’s no charm or emotional plausibility in a tale that cannot work without it.

An airy fairy tale, buoyed by an infectious joy, about the very modern, bittersweetly pragmatic ache that comes with maintaining your soul and integrity as the world falls apart around you.

A smart, snappy, soulful look at how Mary Poppins got Disneyfied, and the redemptive power of story for both teller and listener.

Sub-vaudeville 1950s sitcom humor and a horrifically dated message about boys as heroes and girls as the heroes’ property. You know, for kids!

Bursting with insanely engaging characters who are impossibly real and impossibly ridiculous whose stories you don’t ever want to end.

Jude Law is wonderfully deranged and utterly plausible as a rage-filled moron, but the movie leaves him adrift amongst unrealized satire…
A cry-till-you-laugh-dramedy about seeking lost family and finding new purpose; Judi Dench and Steve Coogan are fantastic. Seriously, though: bring Kleenex.

A romantic dramedy about a passionate erudite oddball woman with her own life? Hooray!

Diablo Cody has a new movie… but you’d hardly know it was her work, for all the bite it lacks.