A rather sedately paced film of several tones and a few tales, amusing in places, when looks passed like darts between residents of the titular village when they encountered one another and had exchanges, but too haphazard and too gradual all in all to be quite the classic work of Dutch filmmaking that we, having returned from a holiday in the country’s ‘Green Heart’ earlier in the day, had been hoping for. The most peculiar, and most maddening, bit of…

Atrocious, in brief. It was partly the problem of including lots of very violent fight sequences in a film with a 12A certificate, which meant that they all had to be made entirely toothless in order for them to get past the censors, and partly, mostly, the extreme levels of general incompetence in the production team, which led to much of Supergirl being utterly visually incomprehensible, and the other bits being dreadfully boring. Most of the first half took place…

A documentary which sounded fascinating in synopsis but which appeared to have been edited by an iPod shuffle. It touched, or maybe more accurately stumbled, on numerous angles of its theoretical subject matter, the multi-billion-dollar semi-underground essay-mill industry, and I learnt a few extraordinary things here and there, but it existed in a state of such chaotic disorder that I found it impossible to grasp its topic to any extent securely, and moreover what its particular contentions concerning that topic…

A psychotherapy project dressed up as a documentary feature, which ignored practically all those aspects of its notional subject’s ascent in the climbing world and final expedition which were necessary for a general audience to gain and retain an appreciation of that subject, so that it might tap away at those few matters which were of particular, indeed unique, paramountcy for the film’s director, who happened to be the notional subject’s son. I do hope that making the film helped…