Matt Glasby

Matt Glasby distills the triumphant trophy-winners down to a top twenty.

If you ever wondered what speaking truth to power really looks like, look no further.

Frankly, who wouldn’t want to be riding along on this road trip?

Cassius Clay, Malcolm X, Jim Brown, and Sam Cooke share a night of civil rights soul-searching and infighting.

An Oscar nomination for Gary Oldman is all-but-guaranteed with David Fincher’s latest.

Matt Glasby takes a decade-by-decade look at cinema’s scariest.

“What makes viewers so pliable once the puke starts flying?”

In cinemas this week, the classic novel comes to life as star-studded light farce.

“It’s like a sauna. Furnace. You could fry an egg on my stomach. Oooooohhhhh”

Those with no interest can just keep walking.

Nicholas Hoult gives a dignified central performance.

Stephen Merchant has a great ear for dialogue.

Does more for Kidman than it does for the genre.

There’s a reason it’s up for an Oscar.

Sophisticated spook show is a real best of British.

Things eventually go south for the gang and the viewer.

“You’ll be digging your nails into the arm-rest”

The problem – and it’s a biggie – is one of timing.

“Plunges us into a maelstrom of fame so monstrous only Michael Jackson could relate”.

Has an intelligence and ambition that’s all-too-rare in blockbuster season.

Bad writing lets down a good-as-ever Colin Firth, writes Matt Glasby.