Killers of the Flower Moon is not only a landmark film for Scorsese as a filmmaker but also tells the story of a horrific time in American history, surrounded in shame and regret.

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem is made with passion and love for the franchise, offering a familiar but modern perspective about a group of kids who just want to fit in and throw ninja stars.

The sheer joy of that formula, of this character, with every possible disadvantage stacked against him, saving the entire world through a motorbike cliff jump – that’s the magic of these movies.

I felt like I was losing my mamma mia-mind.

Fantastic Film Festival Australia is back in town, promising cinema without restraints.

We've gotten particularly nasty Ghostfaces two years in a row, but since their creator's passing, the actual films seem trapped in a creative rut, doomed to sacrifice the slick edge that the series was once celebrated for in service of broad appeal.

Rocketing off at a Scorsese-Esque pace, money changes hands, morals are compromised, and men get covered in explosive elephant diarrhoea, which sums Chazelle’s 3-hour epic up quite well as it is striking, explorative, inspired, and at times flat-out-hilarious. 

A testament to the quality of this film and its handling of suspense […] is that although there are missiles and all manner of other Fast and Furious-esque set pieces, nothing is more thrilling than a low-fi, nostalgic dog fight using nothing more than bullets and mean words. 

I could imagine this movie disappointing many crowds: the hardcore lore-centric fans, people who loved the first one and didn’t want change, people who didn’t like the first one even least a little bit, etc. But I can assure you of two crowds that really enjoyed this movie: children (because Jim Carrey seemingly resurrected The Grinch in this performance), and me.