The Stuff That Films Are Made Of: Ramblings of a Cinephile

In 1945 Italy was in the grip of war, finding itself to be a deadly front between Allied attempts to defeat the Fascists. It was in this cli...

The Grand Budapest Hotel is indie quirk-master Wes Anderson’s eighth feature. A unique cinematic specimen, tweed-coated Anderson here forc...

Les Salauds , or Bastards in English, is a perplexing Gallic Noir from French filmmaker Claire Denis. Recreating a more macabre Raymond C...

Dallas Buyers Club (annoyingly lacking in apostrophe) is a dramatisation of the life and work of AIDs patient Ron Woodroof, played by Mat...

We often hear how filmmakers looked up at the cinema screen as kids and dreamed of a life of movies – were you the same? Not really, I wa...

The Coen brothers have an odd way of looking at the world. Not a Hunter S. Thompson acid trip way, just slightly off-beat, as if they wear ...

Based on the memoir of a convicted fraudster, The Wolf of Wall Street has suffered extensive pre-release fatigue thanks to the dogged med...