Rebecca left me wanting more, this emotionally flaccid retelling of one of literature’s greatest gothic romances a frustrating waste of time.
Sorkin’s latest directorial offering The Trial of the Chicago 7 is timely, engaging and undeniably thought-provoking. It is also spectacularly acted across the board.
The Wolf of Snow Hollow is a bloody good October treat.
Pilcher and Thomas do a fine job bringing their stories to life, A Call to Spy a sublime testament to unheralded heroics which should have been documented long before now.
Once Upon a River is a redemptive tale caked in catastrophic mistakes which lead to terrifying consequences, some of which will leave lasting psychological scars while others conceal the potential for a rejuvenated rebirth that might lead to unforeseen future happiness.
Quinto provides an instant jolt of electricity I did not see coming. There is an effortlessness to his line delivery that held me spellbound.
Sean Durkin’s The Nest is a stinging marital drama that’s nothing short of superb.
Alone is crackerjack white-knuckle entertainment, and personally I cannot wait to see it again.
As excellent as the performances might be and as competent as the filmmaking undeniably is, this story never rang true to me, and I can’t help but believe that even under the best of viewing conditions Blackbird would have left me frustratingly cold.