This is the rare MCU movie of late that ends far stronger than it starts.
Though the film is initially hamstrung by a clash of creative visions, its class-consciousness is a welcome twist.
Jamie Lloyd’s gauzy new production of Harold Pinter’s play aims for the abstractly lyrical.
With its silvery sheen and sexy lure of celebrity actors being naughty, the film recalls the decadent, self-consciously chic art it parodies.
Jordan’s deft control of pace and tone elevates the film past mere gimmickry.
Writer Phil Ford provides a tale that gives Peter Capaldi the opportunity to show how different his Doctor is from Matt Smith’s.
Carol Morley’s Dreams of a Life is a lament for the unknowability of humankind.
An occasionally strange B-action programmer gets an indifferent American DVD transfer.