2019
Chernobyl achieves each and every goal, setting out to conceive something that in the forthcoming weeks could turn into something possibly quite special.
Ask Dr. Ruth is a great reminder that a difficult past doesn’t have to dictate the future and that it’s never too late to make something of yourself.
The Hustle is a female-driven remake that features two household names – it may look appealing, but don’t let it deceive you – it’s a con job in itself.
The Shade Shepherd is a thumping and garish character venture, made to look and feel alluring, yet ends up inheriting an artistic drive, low on fuel and brisk in speed.
Willem Baptist has crafted a documentary that feels rooted in both avant garde film and the spirit of Polaroid cameras.
Is Pokémon Detective Pikachu a classic telling of the Pokémon journey? No, but is it a welcome glare of personality and hope? Absolutely.
Begging to be experienced, discussed, and remembered, Mosul follows a former CIA counter-terrorism officer documenting a journalist in war-torn Iraq.
The 27 Club is a cheaply made streaming title with little to no thought put into it – there was a seed of an idea here but nobody to tend the garden.
Game of Thrones’ bad writing of Sansa and Brienne and the racially fraught implications of the episode’s ending, make this episode a huge letdown.
Just Say Goodbye is a laudable strive to enlarge the implications and the all-inclusive consequences of suicide.
With the most creative kills anywhere, a deeper mythology, and great additions to the cast, John Wick: Chapter 3 – Parabellum is even more deadly and enjoyable.
Tolkien is competently made, beautifully visualised and at times even excellent, with Nicholas Hoult providing much needed heart in the lead.
The Biggest Little Farm is a gorgeous documentary on par with the raw beauty of Planet Earth or any other nature documentary.
Subversive, icky and incessantly spellbinding, writer-director Anthony Stabley operates artistically well in Everlasting.
Young adult love stories will always have an audience, but After was trite, formulaic, and lacking in any kind of sparkle.