Detroit is a tense, gut-churning film about one night and one event in the racially-charged United States of the 1960s writes SHELLEY SWEENEY.
Author: Shelley Sweeney
SHELLEY SWEENEY is not fond of rom-coms, but Home Alone busts out of the genre’s usual predicability.
SHELLEY SWEENEY goes through a box of tissues watching the remarkable true-life story of painter Maud Lewis.
SHELLEY SWEENEY reviews a compelling and disturbing documentary about the African American experience.
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It was a siege that forever changed the way governments dealt with terrorist situations, and now it’s a film reviewed by SHELLEY SWEENEY.
Ordinary life and repressed emotions on a windswept farm make for an extraordinary film, writes SHELLEY SWEENEY.
SHELLEY SWEENEY loves the films of Hayao Miyazaki, and now, so do her two young boys. Here’s her tribute to the director and his Studio Ghibli, to mark a festival of his films on the big screen.
SHELLEY SWEENEY spends 94 minutes immersed in the “Irish problem”. She pronounces it a talkfest with a few welcome twists and turns.
It’s a piece of fluff with serious flaws, but the Gallic charm of Paris Can Wait wins out for SHELLEY SWEENEY.
Hollywood has its evil live-action way with the all-time most popular anime, and SHELLEY SWEENEY finds it all a little hollow.
Here’s an anime that has a powerful message and a rare beauty that SHELLEY SWEENEY can’t quite resist.