Month: July 2014

That Hector and the Search for Happiness manages to be so misjudged and condescending is a testament to the incompetence of the cabal of middlebrow, neoimperialist, white supremacists involved in…

The Rover is a worthy, if not always phenomenal, addition to the tradition of Australian filmmaking.

Pudsey’s the best thing in this dog’s dinner of crassness.

Dawn of the Planet of the Apes is a great film. Five brainy apes out of five.

Boyhood is really a film about disillusionment, the one major moment of naiveté of which does little to undermine its affect or ambition.

The Grand Seduction is, ultimately, a film about the mystical, psychosexual power of capitalism, and the joys of subjecting oneself wholly to its machinations.

If Shep Gordon is so great, then where’s the fourth Austin Powers movie?

Grand Central is, despite its flaws, an extremely affecting and unusual film.

In Finding Vivian Maier, never has it seemed more apparent that the biography, not to mention the biographer, is the death of art.

Uniformly superb acting performances and a well-realised sense of place, Joe sticks it on acting and aesthetics alone.