And the winners are…
It’s the dick-washing of The Sapphires all over again.
Maxine Peake is stupendous in this deliciously audacious period horror, ambitious in emotional scope and with monsters who feel unexpectedly modern: men who wield religion as a tool of oppression.
An absolute mess, and nowhere near enough monster action. Does not give good disaster. No fun at all. Makes me long for guys in rubber monster suits awkwardly sparring. At least you could see them.
This miscalculated romantic dramedy is pathetically simplistic about morally complicated issues, and kind of offensive to those living with disabilities.
A Mr. Collins of a movie: fatuous, self-important, and nowhere near as smart or as elegant as it thinks it is. There isn’t a lick of wit to be found here.
A solid action fantasy more elemental and visceral than I expected, thanks to the potent presence of Luke Evans.
Reader Bluejay suggested we gaze at Charles Dance, and I think the time for that has arrived.
I’m not sure anything — TV show or movie — that’s been based on a book has ever felt more like a book than GoT.