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

Foxcatcher opens with old black-and-white footage of a fox hunt from some forgotten corner of history. A class of men and women who have l...

These days, when someone talks about Goths you may think of this: Well before these long-haired layabouts were moaning and wailing, how...

Film Noir is one of those terms that everyone recognises but is often misunderstand. Most call it a genre, some call it a mood, others cal...

The opening credits appear with grating sluggishness, words filling in one letter at a time to the staccato smashes of a jazz drum beat. Th...

People readily admit to gorging on junk food, indulging in crap TV or chain smoking. Humans will happily sit wasting away in front of a com...

A couple of years ago I reluctantly reviewed Bullhead , a Flemish-language film about abuses within the rural Belgian meat trade. I was sur...

Fury is a tale of two halves. The first is a distressingly uncompromising, complex look at conflict. The second is an entertaining but emp...