Matt Glasby

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

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

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.

Matt Glasby on the access-all-areas documentary that attempts to get to the bottom of such a confounding man.