GARY STEEL and his brood enjoy watching a film about a girl and her ravenous weasels set in medieval France.
In Corpus Christi a loser ex-con gets mistaken for a priest and brings a small Polish village to life. GARY STEEL loved every minute of it.
It’s a bit like having a perpetual hangover, but GARY STEEL just can’t stop mulling over the sozzled, discarded clientele of the bar that is no more.
PAUL ROSE is charmed by a slow-burning, forbidden 19th Century romance that’s as devilishly subtle as it is seductive
TOBY WOOLLASTON reviews a film about Australia’s first winning female jockey and finds that it’s a bit sloppy in the saddle.
Was Michael Hutchence’s life ruled by excess or simply touched by bad luck? PAUL ROSE reviews a film made by a friend of the late INXS singer.
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 looks to the magic of cinema to shed some light on the murky waters of gender and sexuality.