There’s no pot of gold to be found at the end of this laboured and uneven set of Irish tales, writes TOBY WOOLLASTON
Author: Toby Woollaston
Parasite REVIEW
TOBY WOOLLASTON focuses his senses on Parasite, a darkly funny and fiercely intelligent masterpiece from Korea that really gets under your skin.
A Hotel Lacking Humanity
It’s not the terrorist’s bullets, bombs and fires that have TOBY WOLLASTON squirming as he takes in Hotel Mumbai…
At Eternity’s Gate: Capturing Van Gogh
TOBY WOOLLASTON heads to the movies to check out the latest offering on Van Gogh: At Eternity’s Gate.
Take A Walk On Chesil Beach
TOBY WOOLLASTON bypasses the Kiwi sunshine to spend some time On Chesil Beach.
Impressive Cast Wasted On Formulaic Quasi-Sex Comedy
TOBY WOOLLASTON checks out Book Club. But should he have curled up with a book and a wine instead?
Whitney: Talent, tragedy and an era of hollow optimism
TOBY WOOLLASTON checks out Whitney, Kevin Macdonald’s documentary on the singer whose life epitomised the thin facade of the 80s and 90s.
Suspiria dances into muted fever-dream territory
TOBY WOOLLASTON delves into world of cold-war Berlin and dancing witches to bring us his review of Suspiria.