
Prisoners review: the unbearable darkness of being
Please see this movie. We need to let Hollywood know that there is, in fact, an audience for sophisticated drama for adults.

Please see this movie. We need to let Hollywood know that there is, in fact, an audience for sophisticated drama for adults.

A thoroughly magnificent film on every level, with astonishing performances by Chris Hemsworth and Daniel Brühl; one of the very best films of 2013.

The simple elegance of the first film has been lost in a jumbled mess that sometimes hits on fresh angles on ghost stories but most often is shoddy, sloppy, and lazy.

A fresh, funny slice-of-life, casually cutting in its feminism and utterly charming in its storytelling.

It lifts an embarrassing number of beats from Die Hard… but Channing Tatum is no Bruce Willis.

Sly, sometimes funny documentary version of Bottle Shock, with China playing the role of 1970s Napa as it creeps up to smack the snooty Old World wine snobs.

A little bit like a travelogue, a little bit like people-watching, this is simultaneously a relaxing and invigorating cinematic experience. Simply magnificent.

Arbitrary and inconsistent rules of time travel in aid of creepy romantic manipulation and temporal stalking. But hey, at least it’s got Bill Nighy!

Dispenses with all pretense that the modern action blockbuster is anything other than the confused, terrified power fantasy of a particularly sheltered and emotionally stunted teenaged boy.

The genre equivalent of soft-core porn: it doesn’t care how strained and derivative it is as long as it is delivering flying bullets, fast cars, and closeups on women’s sashaying asses.