Film Reviews by JR

This is Woody coasting, well within his comfort zone. But Woody on a bad day is better than most other film makers on a good day. The cinematography is reminiscent of fuzzy, super-saturated colours of fifties movies. Most scenes are indoors and feel very stagey - it feels like a play rather than a film, and some of the dialogue is stilted and clunky although there are many allusions to the classics and Shakespeare. The casting is problematical and I was not convinced by Winslet's performance which was one dimensional playing a very shrill and moany woman, and Timberlake was rather wooden.

Leon Vitali gave up success as an actor to become Stanley Kubrick's right- hand man and remains an archivist of Kubrick's oeuvre. There are tantalising mentions of Kubrick's cruelty and abuse of the blindly adoring Leon, to the point that we're told Leon almost dies of overwork. A more interesting film would have been an exploration of the psychology and motivations of both Kubrick and Vitali.

The film feels like it was cobbled together at a workshop brainstorming session as in the movie. It is very wordy - tries to address radicalism, racism and right wing extremism, but it all adds up to little more than teenage angst.

This film has been garlanded with praise and awards, but apart from a few scenes (like the karoke one), I felt like shouting "Just get on with it!" The main actress has an expressionless face with permanently surprised eyebrows and a swollen top lip as if she had just been smacked on the mouth.

The plot is full of holes. Chela and Chiquita live in a run down but formerly grand old house in Asuncion. They have fallen on hard times and the first scene shows a wealthy-looking buyer inspecting their belongings. Chiquita is lively and engaging, but is soon sent to prison for fraud or a debt - we're not told which or why. Despite being totally skint, Chela remains in the house, waited on hand and foot - literally, by a very submissive maid. Chela is zombie-like and I thought she was suffering from dementia or on strong medication, but despite that (and not having a driver's license) she unaccountably becomes a de facto taxi driver for the rich old ladies of Asuncion. Through this, she meets a young woman who, rather unbelievably tries to get her to take up smoking and tries to seduce her. Meanwhile Chiquita seems to be having a whale of a time in the women's prison. There is a germ of a good film here, but this is not it.

The multiple flashbacks make the structure of the film confusing. The film jumps all over the place: from Wilde's theatrical triumphs to the humiliation of incarceration, to his relationship with his children. But Everett's main interest seems to be the depiction of depravity, decline and excess. He gurns through strange facial prosthetics, as we follow Wilde in the grip of addictions to alcohol, food, drugs and sex with under age rent boys, and gay orgies. Throughout the film he intones the story of The Happy Prince, which only underlines the maudlin sentimentality of the film. 'Wilde' with Stephen Fry is a much better film.

The film is as finely crafted as one of Reynolds' dresses. Care and attention has been paid to every frame; the locations, the sound, the cinematography, and the music are all perfect. The acting is superb - Day Lewis' performance is detailed, nuanced and and completely absorbing to watch.

As twee as its title, this is romantic fiction but lacking in any chemistry between the leads. The dark history of the Nazi occupation of Guernsey is relegated to the background in favour of un-funny 'quirky' characters, pretty scenery and pretty dresses.

The mysterious and taciturn Meihard is the only one of the German construction workers who does not look down on the Bulgarian villagers, and causes tensions with his colleagues as a result. the depiction of life in a small Bulgarian village has some interest but overall the film is dull and what little happens takes a very long time to do so. It ends abruptly leaving the viewer to wonder why they bothered to watch the 119 tedious minutes

The protagonist, Charley, is a 16 year old boy who was abandoned as a baby by his mother, and has grown up in poverty and neglect with his feckless but occasionally affectionate father. Somehow he has avoided the brutalising effects of his upbringing and is a sensitive and withdrawn boy. The audience are rooting for Charley, but there is nothing but hardship and tragedy for him, and the film is very depressing. As shown in 'All the Money in the World', Charlie Plummer is a first-rate actor, but the film is 2 hours long and takes a long time to get going. The scenes of dodgy horse racing and training go on for too long and it is only about half way through that the film comes alive when the 'road movie' with the boy and horse begins.

All the parts in this film are played by the tribes people of an island of Vanuatu, who had never seen a film. The story is based on an incident in the tribe's recent history that resulted in a change in their marriage customs and way they resolve conflict with neighbouring tribes. The film tells the story simply and movingly, without patronising or sentimentality, and allows the viewer an intimate look at the lives of the people on this island. The performances of the characters are completely natural and compelling.

An important and well-made documentary that really made me think. The film concentrates on the stories and rehabilitation of two girls from Nepal who were trafficked as children to work as slave labour in ramshackle circuses in India. I was shocked by the scale of the problem, and there were many moving scenes that show how much trust the filmakers must have built up with their subjects. Although the film concerns the worst of human nature; with the help of NGOs, the rescued children are able to look forward to an education and a life with dignity, and above all, working to prevent this kind of exploitation in the future.

Marina is a bit of a cypher - she seldom shows much emotion and has a rather expressionless face. Her deceased lover's family are almost pantomime villains; vicious and deranged with hatred simply because she is trans gender. She is also subjected to terrible indignities by the police but never thinks of getting legal help. From the title sequence I felt the film was going to be a cracker, especially with the use of the beautiful 'Time like a river' by the Alan Parsons Project which was moving and evocative. But the film started to drag a little with some unnecessary fantasy sequences, and by the end I hadn't learned much more about Marina despite watching her for an hour and a half.

The most recent visit to the weird world of Kaurismaki. It is a kind of dream world that never left the sixties behind, although the story concerns a refugee from Aleppo, Syria who claims asylum in Finland. The super saturated colour of old movies, unusual or grotesque human faces, old Country and Western derived songs performed in Finnish, deadpan humour: these are the hallmarks of Kaurismaki. It all adds up to an acquired taste .

This seems to be a box-ticking exercise. Strong female protagonist , tick. Racist white policeman, tick. Disabled character (albeit peripheral and mocked) , tick. Virtuous black characters (completely peripheral), tick. Plenty of gratuitous violence and swearing, tick.

But the narrative is full of holes and is not credible. And why is the wife of the police chief in a small town in Missouri an Australian??

This is bull in a china shop film making. It is in your face, unsubtle, in a rush and loud. The jokey tone throughout is jarring, inviting the audience to laugh at the low intellect, barely educated, poor 'white trash' characters. Tonya's early life is one of misery; her father abandons her to her physically and mentally abusive mother, her only escape skating. In order to get away from her mother, she marries her first boyfriend, who soon becomes a wife beater - all this depicted in the same jokey tone. Margot Robbie's performance is adequate, but I felt she is too tall and too pretty to be a really convincing Tonya. In the middle of the action, the characters suddenly talk to the camera. the music is loud and sounds like a jukebox that doesn't have an off switch - relentlessly playing one period song after the other.