Barnaby Southcombe’s funereally paced but inventively lit oddity stars Charlotte Rampling (the director’s mother) as a lonely divorcée who after hooking up with a rotter at a speed-dating event, goes back to his Barbican flat and smashes his head in.
Scene stealer Christopher Walken, once again, appears to be acting in an entirely different film (a better one) in Martin McDonagh’s absurd but entertaining black comedy.
“I am surprised to hear that Aristotle is on the syllabus in the State of Wisconsin,†maintains a haughty don in Harold Pinter’s deft adaptation of Nicholas Mosley’s novel.    Â
What Richard Did is a small but intense piece of psychological drama about pampered teenagers from a well-heeled district of south Dublin. Â Â Â Â
If the Lord of the Rings trilogy didn’t exist, then Peter Jackson’s bloated fantasy blockbuster would seem impressive indeed. Â Â Â Â
BBC’s wildly successful Sunday-night entertainment is certainly preferable to the cloying Lark Rise to Candleford and it doesn’t flinch at portraying domestic abuse in late 1950s Poplar.
Harold Pinter’s vicious dissection of class, sex and power still unnerves 50 years on. James Fox is exquisitely louche as the aristocratic Tony who requires a manservant to tend to his needs and Chelsea home
JRR Tolkien’s sweet, 320-page fantasy has presumably been turned into a monstrous three-part film in order to make as much moolah as possible. Â Â Â Â
Tom’s always telling his siblings that he wants to meet Metallica’s drummer Lars Ulrich, so Kate (a journalist) and Will (a film-maker) try and make it happen, organising a trip to the US to see his hero. The real hero here, though, is sister Kate, who gains backstage access. Very lovely
“Go shopping until you cheer up,†is the unhelpful advice given to Rebecca Gibney’s distraught mum, Shirley, in a cake shop.    Â