RETRO

The saddest part of the entrancing 1997 noir’s legacy is that we haven’t had any good James Ellroy adaptations since.

They really don’t make ’em like this anymore: a robust adventure yarn with big cats and bigger old-timey heroes.

Ooh, heaven is a place on earth – and hell is a dimension the 1997 film warns us against ever visiting.

Karl Urban wisely kept his mask on for the entirety of this underperforming, hardcore cult classic.

Now celebrating its 25th anniversary, Luc Besson’s kooky voyage wouldn’t work without a smirking Willis as our hero.

Death has a sense of humour in the 2011 horror comedy, where hillbilly murderer tropes get subverted.

There’s a sense that Raimi’s satisfying himself first, and the film is all the more awesome for it.

Opening with a Nietzsche quote, this patchy 1982 fantasy had its tongue nowhere near its cheek.

Longing glances and the touch of fingertips are still crushingly powerful in Scorsese’s Wharton adaptation.