Woody Allen | 95 mins | DVD | 15 / R
The final Woody Allen film of this little ‘season’ is that rare thing: one that doesn’t star him!
This is its biggest flaw, as John Cusack spends the entire film doing a blatant and middling impression of the writer/director. But he nonetheless does OK, and when the rest of the cast are note-perfect, the script pacy and funny, the photography gorgeous, and the long takes never more appropriate, it’s hard not to be impressed. Special mention for the final scene, a four-way shouted conversation between two high windows and the street — it’s beautifully written and executed.
Another underrated Allen film, and probably the most down-right entertaining of his I’ve seen so far.

Woody Allen mixes a bit of the thriller into his usual relationship-based comedy/drama style, with effective results. The combination produces an engaging thriller with the usual character-focused drama woven around it, and a decent dash of comedy too. The first half hour or so is a tad slow, but the pace picks up as the story rattles into the second half.
These days perhaps even more praised than 
Much praised, discussed and quoted, Taxi Driver needs little introduction. The weight of expectation also makes it hard to judge when first viewed.
Underrated black comedy from the prolific partnership of director Scorsese and star De Niro.
A surprise hit on release, this live action adaptation of the cult comic book is an exciting and entertaining, though flawed, mix of pulp fantasy, gothic style and action.
Drama (though it does include some very funny bits) focusing on the interrelationships of a handful of 40-something New Yorkers.
I know some people love the work of Tati, just like there’s always someone who loves everything; personally, I find his films largely dull. His character, Monsieur Hulot, is like Mr Bean but less funny (don’t worry, I know Hulot comes first by a good few decades). There are some laughs to be had in Play Time, but they’re a long way in and not necessarily worth waiting for.
Anthology of three shorts, connected only by the New York setting (which, incidentally, may as well be anywhere in all but the last segment).
My experience of David Lynch’s work has so far been limited to