Filmrecensies van Rob Wallis

Though the themes it conveys are deeply engrained, Beale Street feels a lighter proposition than its predecessor; perhaps due to its looser, more literary style.

Might not have scaled the box-office heights of its predecessor, but, still, the best thing about time loops if you have plenty of chances to get it right; especially when you’re working on a Blumhouse budget.

Irreverent but not insincere, and blackly, bleakly, bloodily comic, Cold Pursuit seems blithely unconcerned about finding an audience; content to do it is own things, or at least In Order Of Disappearance‘s own thing, as made more palatable to the audience by its leading man.

A complex and ambitious indie sci-fi that makes a strength of its evidently low budget.

Alex Garland is one of the relatively few directors working today who truly deserves to be called a visionary.

Lynne Ramsay’s latest is Taken for the arthouse crowd.

Plot twists are as fresh as the recycled air the crew inhale.

Isn’t a story worth the telling.

Lives up to its title; finding a sort of sad, redemptive grace in Crowhurst’s fate; even if the film as a whole is never quite prepared to cut its lifeline.

A film so derivative it would be simpler to list the ways in which it fails at being Heat.

A meticulous study in mastery and the submission.

With its old-school charm and vein of commentary about the financial crisis and its impact on the commuting class it’s just about worth a cinema trip.

There are a couple of decent, if foreseeable, twists but Winchester crucially overlooks the innate real-life weirdness of its setting and the opportunities that offers.

Aardman Animations’ latest sends comedy back to the Stone Age… but not in the way you might hope.

There is a great drama to be made about Sir Winston Churchill; This, despite its technical expertise and a few key performances, isn’t it.

As expertly-made Oscar bait, it certainly had me hooked.

A harsh, occasionally nightmarish descent into poverty and criminality...

Lovely; just lovely.

Undoubtedly a grand production, but lacks the elegant simplicity to be a truly first-class entertainment.

To say that Geostorm is as dumb as a bag of rocks is an insult to hardworking geological processes.

This sense of fun carries through...

A deeply middle-class look at the ideologies and self-delusion that define our lives.

A story of sex, sculpture, and self-discovery...

A tense revisionist horror...