Ben Wheatley
If you liked Jaws 2 (or Sharknado 2, Deep Blue Sea 2, Open Water 2, Ouija Shark 2, etc. etc), this bad Shark Sequel has everything you need.
As a scrappy horror, put together in difficult circumstances, its existence is impressive. Yet its merits as a film and a story, it lacks focus.
Rebecca is not a bad or dull film, but it squanders the immense potential for something vital and thrilling in du Maurier’s tale.
A young newlywed arrives at her husband’s imposing family estate on a windswept English coast and finds herself battling the shadow of his first wife.
With Happy New Year, Colin Burstead, Ben Wheatley has crafted a very funny, very real family drama that shows a simple universal truth: all families are weird.
Can film capture national events, the feelings of a nation, or national change? Is there space for it in the age of blockbusters?
London Film Festival has finally kicked off, and the Film Inquiry team are getting to…
Ben Wheatley’s new film FREE FIRE is out today and we spoke with him about the film, his filmography, and the extreme violence in his films.
Free Fire may be far from the best movie of the year, but you are guaranteed to have one of your most fun times at the movies when checking out Wheatley’s latest.
Director Ben Wheatley is one of the most prolific directors in Britain, always directing with a passion that shows in his finished works.
Free Fire really isn’t into small talk. It just wants to put some weird characters in a set piece and let the good times roll. That high bar is why it’s imperative that they got quality actors like Oscar winner Brie Larson.
There are few novels considered “unfilmable” that haven’t been translated to the big screen. High-Rise, director Ben Wheatley’s adaptation of J.G Ballard’s cult 1975 sci-fi novel, is the rare movie adaptation that doesn’t feel like it has been adapted, so peculiar and distinctive to the director is the increasing foregoing of narrative in favour of societally depraved surrealism.
There are so many stories like High-Rise that I’m shocked it’s not a genre to itself. I mean, how many books, movies, and television series are there about an isolated group descending into chaos? The foibles of the human mind are put on deep allegorical display, and a certain kind of person turns up to watch every iteration, nodding in agreement that, yes, humanity sucks.
Every year I seem to arrive at an impasse with horror films. Like many other lovers of the genre out there, we will always have love for Jason, Freddy, and Michael Myers (just tell Rob Zombie to cut it out). But when you’ve seen one too many teens by the lake, and you hear Freddy say “bitch” one time too many, you realize there’s more to the genre than just blood lust and hockey masks.