Mark is an Australian who likes movies, a lot. Now he studies and writes about them. Will watch anything Scorsese has ever touched.
For every debut feature I review, particularly those funded from the smallest and most independent of production companies, there should be an assumption, if
When The Painted Bird ends, there’s such a corrupted feeling about everything for a few moments, as if we don’t deserve the privilege of
films have a knack of falling into two distinct categories. The first is
picturesque dramedies that really only amount tourism ads with a story.
Richmond Virginia, like so many other cities and towns before and since, is home to a jail. The host of those awaiting trials and
1917 isn’t a gimmick. It’s not Sam Mendes and Roger Deakins deciding that making a film look like one continuous shot would be a