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Alan Clarke’s infamous portrayal of the borstal system forced a reevaluation of the structure on its release back in 1979.

Critics and academics have dissected and castrated Dressed To Kill for years, and it's true, this is far from De Palma's finest.

It's an odd film that I hadn't heard of before, a true life biographical tale of Preston Tucker.

Porky’s is rubbish, but I’d be lying through my teeth if I said I didn’t enjoy it.

I’m a sucker for a Joe Eszterhas script. But this isn't quite up there with his finest.

The Father is brutal, yet beautiful.

There’s only so much you can say about Psycho before you simply start repeating all the superlatives that have come before.

I appear to be in a minority when it comes to Woody Allen’s film making in that I’m a really big fan of a lot of his later work.

Alex Garland’s foray into toxic masculinity is a subject he’s dealt with in snippets before, although not this aggressively.

For years, I actively disliked this film. I mean, it is genuinely rubbish. But, does that matter?

This is fantastic schooling in low-key effectiveness.

The tagline reads "Sometimes you've just gotta have faith". Last Christmas severely tested mine.