Rebecca Hall

Review: Iron Man 3

Just how do you follow The Avengers? Surely going back to single-hero stories after that huge-scale monster blockbuster just seems like a disappointing step backwards? God, Marvel have really dug themselves a billion-dollar hole, haven't they? I bet they’ve been puzzling over what to do next while using a solid-gold, diamond-encrusted head scratcher. Well, it's lucky for them that, as with phase one of Marvel's Cinematic Universe, this next chapter is being led by the shiniest instrument in their toolbox: Robert Downey Jr (who outshines even the most polished of Iron Man suits). And, with Shane Black in charge, we get more Downey Jr than ever before in what is not only the best Tony Stark film to date, but also Marvel's most mature output yet.

Review: Lay The Favourite

Phwoooar, that Rebecca Hall, eh? I'd give her a proper, uh, pleasant evening of slightly awkward conversation and no mistake. See, it's a shame when you have to revert to misogyny to wring something positive out of a film experience. So apologies in advance: Rebecca Hall, she hot in Lay The Favourite. The movie itself: meh, not so much.

Review: Everything Must Go

If Will Ferrell isn’t careful, people will start mistaking him for one of those proper actors. On his IMDb filmography, nestled between comedies inevitably starring John C. Reilly, you’ll find the likes of Melinda & Melinda and Stranger than Fiction. Proof, that when not running around in his pants screaming and shouting and generally being a bit much, the guy can do serious.

Review: The Town

Ben Affleck: talented actor whose career undeservingly suffered after the Bennifer affair, or punchably smug media-rapist? Personally, I've always had a soft spot for the lunk-headed grinner - he was, after all, the bomb in Phantoms, yo - but, either way, few can deny that he has managed to recover a lot of credibility post-Gigli. And while Jenny from the Block now languishes in terrible wrong-coms, Affleck continues to 'win the break-up' (let it go, people, it was six years ago) with this well-crafted crime thriller.

Review: Dorian Gray

When Oscar Wilde wasn't declaring his own genius, others did it for him. They still do; the catalogue of his works is considered essential for literary study. What's surprising then about this big screen adaptation of his only novel, A Picture of Dorian Gray, is the liberty taken with the source material.

Review: Vicky Cristina Barcelona

As movie bylines go, 'A Film By Woody Allen' doesn't exactly scream sex. Sure, the New York neurotic has made it his life's work to dissect and devolve the physical act of love, but usually with all the romanticism of a side-burned sex-education video presenter, quizzically pointing out its bemusing affect on those who lust afte...