Posts Tagged ‘ Carey Mulligan ’

Five Films That May Have Slipped Through Your Radar


The most anticipated film of the summer, Guardians of the Galaxy, makes its debut this week. While Guardians will undoubtedly enjoy the same success as this year’s previous blockbuster hits such as The Lego Movie, X-Men: Days Of Future Past, Captain America: The Winter Soldier, and the more recent Dawn Of The Planet Of The Apes, it is worth taking a look at some of this year’s lesser know cinematic entries.

The film industry currently churns out more big screen outings a year than ever before, which sadly means we have to trawl through mountains of sparkly vampire love stories and Michael Bay presents too-many-explosions-for-its-own-good movie fluff, to uncover the real diamonds in the rough. Fortunately, you don’t have to, because since the invention of the internet, others can do the trawling for you and tell you what’s hot and what’s not. Continue reading

Film Review : Inside Llewyn Davis


New York, 1961 – the fifties are gone, the sixties are yet to swing. Shot in washed out greys and wintry browns, this historical no-man’s land is the perfect setting for Inside Llewyn Davis – a tale of chilly rootlessness.

Llewyn, the folk musician at the heart of the film, is of no fixed abode. Constantly on the move, he seems destined to wander – a stoical Ulysses of Manhattan with no winter coat and no destination. We first encounter Llewyn on a basement stage in Greenwich Village, singing the refrain from Hang Me Oh Hang Me (‘Poor Boy, I been all around this world’), and the film proceeds to loop itself around a week in the life of this immaculately-bearded troubadour. Continue reading

The Great Gatsby

The-Great-GatsbyIt’s something we’ve all been through – you finish reading The Great Gatsby and think to yourself, yeah not bad, but it would be much better caked in CGI and set to a Jay-Z soundtrack.

Hunger no more. Baz Luhrmann has been handed the keys to Fitzgerald’s melancholy masterpiece and has gleefully smashed it straight into a wall. He was the obvious choice – after all, The Great Gatsby has big parties in it, right? No brainer: bring on the master of the cinematic blowout – the thrower of all-singing, all-prancing zoomfests; the man who can make vomit come out of your eyes; the man who can take his high-pressure stylistic hose and blast away all the annoying subtlety of the book. Bring on the Bazza. Continue reading