A mother-obsessed New York loner goes on a killing spree. De Palma-ish slasher, with the expected Hitchcock and giallo references. Maniac works because of its grubby style, its still-effective gore, decent direction, and a sweaty central performance.
Supporting actors and extras reminisce about working on Star Wars, and the impact that the film and its fan culture has had on their lives. A bittersweet little documentary which makes a minor though not-uninteresting contribution to the movie’s fandom.
A night and a day in a Wall Street company going under at the start of the financial crisis. Smart little boardroom thriller with a keen ensemble cast working well together. Makes you care about a bunch of suits and their shifty ways with numbers.
Increasingly preposterous and violent yarn that stretches the veil of belief to breaking point. Butler is the vengeful angel to Foxx’s servant of the law, but it’s a thoroughly bored performance from Colm Meaney that will stick with you.
Superior conspiracy thriller centred around the idea that America’s greatest threat comes from within. Of its time, certainly, but certainly worth a revisit in a post nine eleven world.
Low budget horror anthology sort of revolving around some found video footage. From a promising start it soon descends in to crap student film territory. Badly executed, with occasional ideas that struggle to make sense. Pity.
Middle-aged mercenaries attempt to rescue a politician being held hostage in central Africa. The Expendables of its day; a breezy though dated serio-comic actioner with an all-star cast and some familiar TV faces having a whale of a time playing soldiers.