This boldly restive biopic imagines Sissi as a deeply restless soul chafing against the social limitations of her day.
Belfast embodies cinema’s ability to offer a kind of escapism, but up until its climax it plays like a retreat from reality.
Rupert Everett is interested in offering a phantasmagoria that expresses Oscar Wilde’s bitter, deteriorating psyche.
The Living and the Dead offers the pleasure of derivative yet confidently sustained atmosphere.
The film’s inferno of horrors are undoubtedly visceral, but psychologically implosive rather than entrails-exploding.
Parked is the kind of middling bore in which the notes are all laid out, but the music never floods through.
There’s a refreshing lack of pretense to the show’s presentation.
The plot is surprisingly simple and the story is rooted in concept and character.