
Spectre movie review: Bond goes backward
After a truly spectacular and fresh opening sequence, everyone might as well be enacting a Bond puppet show, which is sometimes unpleasantly retro-icky.

After a truly spectacular and fresh opening sequence, everyone might as well be enacting a Bond puppet show, which is sometimes unpleasantly retro-icky.

A grownup storybook of a movie spun out of candy-colored nonsense that challenges you to embrace its falseness and deny its romance.

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

Here are the few films coming in 2014 that are not sequels, remakes, reboots, or based on a stage show, the Bible, young-adult novels, comic books, cartoons, or — someone make it stop — toy lines.

If I’d seen this trailer before I saw the film (at this year’s London Film Festival), I’m not sure I’d be all that impressed with it.

Ralph Fiennes is going to be funny again! He’s hardly ever funny, and he’s funny when he’s funny.

I’m hyperventilating from the array of overwhelming movie awesomeness before me.

At the Odeon on Shaftesbury Avenue, you can touch the hands of Ralph Fiennes and Pierce Brosnan. Sort of.
Please to enjoy an anti-Valentine’s Day question…

I love it when a film that is “supposed” to be all stuffy and classic turns out to be this electric and alive…