The film uses the grieving process to lend the proceedings a sense of unearned emotional gravitas.
An era of the series has ended, but as always, Doctor Who continues moving right along.
There’s almost no sense of discovery or emotional evolution as the scenarios grind toward their conclusions.
It seems to think that great filmmaking, or great profit, can only be achieved through miming formulaic American cinema.
Jim Broadbent, perhaps the least celebrated of living Oscar-winning actors, frequently enlivens the labored Irish crime comedy Perrier’s Bounty.
Vicente Amorim’s film is literally and dramatically bloodless.
Looking at the poster for Venus, one could be forgiven for thinking that the end was near.
Venus is a cleverly written but somewhat muffled paean to sensual appetite.