As delightful and joyful as it’s subject. This documentary isn’t just for fans of photography or fashion, it’s for anyone with a passion about anything. Cunningham’s spirit is infectious.
Dumb, corny and a load of fun. Against the odds, Home Alone actually seems to be getting better with age.
Sometimes funny, but mainly not. A likeable cast is wasted on a poorly paced farce.
Well crafted insight into a master craftsman and his search for perfection in his restaurant, his food and his successors, as well as looking at the traumas of his childhood.
Like the sushi itself, this is simple on the surface but full of subtle flavour.
Charming, whimsical cinema. Amélie just about avoids criticism of being saccharine sweet by being very good.
Cuarón saves most of the depth for the visuals rather than the script. Some may criticise that, but what is complicated about the struggle to stay alive? The viewer is not required to think, just to avoid looking daft as their mouth sits agape.
This is an amazing film that, I hope, will influence filmmakers for a very long time.
Not funny ha ha, but funny unusual. It took me a while to realise it wasn’t a documentary.
I have yet to compute how I really feel about this, but I think it’s unlikely that I’ll watch it again.
Don’t let that stop you though.
Pretty but vacant. With a little humour this could have sparkled, but instead we are left with a po-faced disappointment. It’s not bad as such, but the viewer is left on the ground looking up at what could have been.
Warm, wonderfully written and very touching. I wasn’t crying, I was cutting onions.
Claustrophobic, often exciting, but ultimately a bit cold and unemotional. Very well worth a watch, but be prepared to put in a little effort.