
Kelly & Cal movie review (London Film Festival)
A simple, honest, deeply satisfying tale of the complex mixed emotions and desires that make up a woman’s life and often exist in secret.

A simple, honest, deeply satisfying tale of the complex mixed emotions and desires that make up a woman’s life and often exist in secret.

Edward Snowden speaks. Buy a ticket to this film… and use your credit card, so the NSA knows you care about this stuff.

A celebration of male arrogance that pretends to be a condemnation. Because who wouldn’t love to spend 108 minutes with an insufferable egotistical “genius”?

A particularly ugly iteration of “war is hell”… and I mean that as a compliment. This is a film that is deeply unpleasant and near genius.

Remember this name: Jack O’Connell. He is magnificent in one of the most remarkable portraits of soldiering in recent memory.

An effective mood of claustrophobia cannot overcome the fact that you’ve seen this all before, and better.

Kelly Reichardt cements her reputation as one of the most provocative American indie filmmakers with this quiet, tense thriller of morality and motive.

It’s almost a little too precious to be taken as an honest exploration artistically genuine lives. Or else that’s where it finds a lost romance.

Culture clash amplifies the options open for a young Pakistani-Norwegian woman in this quietly compelling film.

The story of Charles Dickens and his secret mistress is no romance, and no modest costume drama, either.