Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny
Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny is ugly, prosaic, and dull, pandering to an audience willing to be spoon-fed lines that they once recognised and moves as gracefully as its geriatric lead.
Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny is ugly, prosaic, and dull, pandering to an audience willing to be spoon-fed lines that they once recognised and moves as gracefully as its geriatric lead.
OUT OF BLUE ends up a little bit lost in the cosmos, and an audience left in a disappointing and gaping black hole. Francesca Woulfe reviews at Glasgow Film Festival.
HITCHCOCK and THE GIRL use cinema to simultaneously observe and attack Hitch whilst airing the dirty laundry of a man who can no longer answer back, writes Ed Frost.
Peter Strickland’s followup to KATALIN VARGA invokes seventies European horror films and breaks down the very barriers of cinema, akin to PERFORMANCE or MULHOLLAND DRIVE, writes Euan Andrews.
A highly competent cast does what it can with this intriguing but uneven thriller from writer and director Roderigo Cortes.