
Starred Up review: no feel-good redemption to be found
Could be the most realistic depiction of the horribleness and the ineffectiveness of institutional incarceration that I’ve ever seen.

Could be the most realistic depiction of the horribleness and the ineffectiveness of institutional incarceration that I’ve ever seen.

A charming, bittersweet, utterly chaste love affair forged over food and cemented by kindred spirits.

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

A smart, incisive portrait of a woman who lives life on her own terms and doesn’t let herself get pushed around.

A gooey nostalgic look back at that time a young boy’s mom fell in love with their kidnapper, presented under a sexy sweltering summer haze.

Hilarious in the Coens’ weird, askew way, but also absolutely crushing. This movie breaks my heart in a hundred different ways.

Something like a Shakespearean comedy, full of highly amusing, sharply drawn characters…

An exuberant rock ’n’ roll comedy in which three of the most memorable movie teens ever embrace their adolescent angst and give it screaming voice.

I saw this at London Film Festival last fall. It’s amazing.

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