This movie was a blind streaming pick on a Sunday night; I had no idea what to expect, but a horror sci-fi comedy musical about a sentient bloodthirsty plant from outer space probably wouldn’t have been my first guess. It turned out to be a wacky, campy, satirical and at times even touching delight.
A gritty little indie movie that could, To Leslie soars on the strength of Andrea Riseborough’s raw, gut-wrenching performance as a single mother who wins then squanders the once-in-a-lifetime lottery.
Another long-overdue Aussie classic off my list, this one is a sensitively filmed story about the choices of a rebellious young woman growing up in rural Australia at the turn of the last century.
It’s impossible not to be charmed by Kenneth Branagh’s personal, warm-hearted movie about the city of his childhood, even if it’s ultimately a tad too slight to really hit hard emotionally.
This was a very different trip to the cinema: I went to see a recording of Anton Chekhov’s stage play, filmed at the National Theatre in London and starring a couple of familiar faces including Emilia Clarke.
I’ve never seen a Greta Garbo film before, so I watched this 1937 romantic tearjerker which, according to the internet, is a strong contender for her best movie.
An ambitious, kaleidoscopic David Bowie documentary that’s both intoxicating and exhausting, Moonage Daydream is a glorious feast for the eyes and ears that throws everything but the kitchen sink onscreen.