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Certain films do beg the question as to how on earth they were greenlit in the first place. Despite the pedigree casting (James Caan, Vera Farmiga) sadly Keanu Reeves’ thespian-cum-bank robber caper

The best newspaper journalists of our generation seemed to be destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through Soho looking for an angry cinematic fix. Louche-trousered critics burning for the ancient

Stewed, screwed and tattooed. Although this may sound like some revenge grindhouse bill from the 70s this was in fact the supplementary pleasures enjoyed by the enlisted soldiers of WW2 before they

Deserved winner of the London Film Festival 2010, for Best Film, How I Ended Last Summer is an exploration of human nature when pushed to its limits,

A fun, if underdeveloped, Sci-fi that will appeal endlessly to fans of the genre but leave others a little short changed

Directors who star in their own movies can be a curse. Hitchcock avoided that with a clever, quick cameo in each; Eastwood’s powerful presence acts as a strength rather than a weakness

Every so often a film comes along that gets the collective knickers of the chattering classes in a twist. It’ll be controversial, taboo, dangerous. Usually it’s violent, often it’s sexually explicit. The