They Were Expendable (1945)

What Dreams May Come, directed by Vincent Ward from a screenplay by Ron Bass and based on the novel by Richard Matheson, is the Orpheus myth translated into Californian — with visuals by Caspar David Friedrich. I don’t know about you, but that’s pretty close to being my idea of hell. Not that hell as…

A patronizing movie about Britain’s greatest post-war prime minister which is only interested in her mental and physical decay and not at all in her achievements

An amusing fantasy that starts interestingly but then fizzles out

A bleak and boring Finnish film that seeks to explore new realms of victimhood and alienation

A farrago of fake blood, movie pastiche and historical nonsense whose rapturous critical reception tells you all you need to know about the state of the culture

Enough, already! We know that movie folk are compassionate people. Why do they have to keep making Holocaust dramas to persuade us of the fact?