Matt Glasby

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

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.

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All expectation, no eruption.

Feels like an adaptation of an austere 1900s book that’s been lost to the ages.

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What really stays with you is the extraordinary, often handheld, camerawork and Baker’s powerful sense of place.

One of the – many – things that marks David Lowery’s A Ghost Story out from the pack is that it centres on a songwriter (Casey Affleck) who’s actually pretty good. The composition he plays halfway through the film is, in fact, Dark Rooms’ I Get Overwhelmed, a work of anxious, soaring beauty. Shame the […]