Gianni Di Gregorio’s The Salt of Life is a mildly self-pitying plod.
A preferable alternative would be watching Debbie Does Dallas while having Hershey’s Syrup squirted into my mouth.
Mother of Tears feels like Dario Argento’s Frenzy.
All you need to know about Claude Chabrol’s new film is in its title.
Argento’s triumph comes in fusing two schools of cinema-thought together, cranking the gore and monster quotient up to 11.
A work of MTV-styled historical projection, King Arthur allows Guinevere to kick considerable ass-pity the film can’t do the same.
King Arthur’s dour war story may be what legends are technically based on, but it’s certainly not the stuff they’re made of.