
Electricity movie review (London Film Festival)
Model-turned-actor Agyness Deyn is strange and lovely in a visually innovative and dramatically unexpected tale of personal adventure.

Model-turned-actor Agyness Deyn is strange and lovely in a visually innovative and dramatically unexpected tale of personal adventure.

I fear that Peter Jackson has been suffering from a similar affliction to the dwarf king’s “dragon sickness”: a compulsive lust for epicness.

Gloriously bonkers. Like, Looney Tunes levels of cartoon madness. You will laugh your homo sapiens head off.

An underwater heist of Nazi loot? Awesome. Submarine movies don’t get much better than this intensely suspenseful popcorn adventure.

Repugnant drama about the tender relationship between a man who pays for sex and the boy he hires. At least Pretty Woman pretended to be a fairy tale.

A gentle, poignant comedy about getting out of your comfort zone, one that smashes the tropes of microbudget films with its wildly original story.

What is intended to be a suspenseful period drama of paranoia and conspiracy is far too slow-moving and meandering to truly engage.

A charming teen drama bursting with a warmth and compassion unexpected in the genre, and with a freshly sweet surprise of young love.

Or, That Time That Santa Went to Prison and Dad Broke Parole to Spring Him. You know, for kids! A new classic in the annals of Yuletide movie misfires.

It’s overambitious for its tiny budget, but hooray for female filmmakers pushing in and taking space for their own stories of sympathetic screw-ups.