An affectionate documentary about the writer of Apocalypse Now, and director of such macho movies as Conan the Barbarian and Red Dawn.
Takahata’s miserable masterpiece is one of great beauty, a melancholy piece which celebrates life and finds joy in the trivial.
Alongside Spirited Away, this adaptation of Eiko Kadono’s novel is perhaps Miyazaki’s most accessible take on “the gulf that exists between independence and reliance” in girls entering their teens. It’s a quaint film, but one which is no less touching for all its cosiness.
No, not Doctor Who, Dr Who. Amicus Productions’ two movies feature a time traveller who is no Time Lord, but a seemingly senile scientist whose surname happens to be Who.
Oblivion is an honourable failure. Not because it’s a bad film, but because it suffers from a bit of an identity crisis, and ultimately pays homage to other, better sci-fi movies, without carving out its own identity.
Evil Dead is, rather ironically, a soulless affair. It doesn’t help that the film’s best moments are in the trailer.