TOBY WOOLLASTON reviews a film about Australia’s first winning female jockey and finds that it’s a bit sloppy in the saddle.
Author: Toby Woollaston
There’s no pot of gold to be found at the end of this laboured and uneven set of Irish tales, writes TOBY WOOLLASTON
TOBY WOOLLASTON focuses his senses on Parasite, a darkly funny and fiercely intelligent masterpiece from Korea that really gets under your skin.
It’s not the terrorist’s bullets, bombs and fires that have TOBY WOLLASTON squirming as he takes in Hotel Mumbai…
TOBY WOOLLASTON heads to the movies to check out the latest offering on Van Gogh: At Eternity’s Gate.
TOBY WOOLLASTON bypasses the Kiwi sunshine to spend some time On Chesil Beach.
TOBY WOOLLASTON checks out Book Club. But should he have curled up with a book and a wine instead?
TOBY WOOLLASTON checks out Whitney, Kevin Macdonald’s documentary on the singer whose life epitomised the thin facade of the 80s and 90s.