“One step. One punch. One round at a time.” Pardon the deliberate pun usage here, but Creed absolutely rocks! The…

Oh, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!  Every single frame in Justin Kurzel’s Macbeth plays bloody and spectacular homage…

Inside Out is everything you’ve heard it is and so much more. Inventive, stunningly-animated, ambitious, imaginative and beautifully heartfelt, the…

Much like the film’s nitrous-fuelled death cars, Mad Max: Fury Road stomps furiously on the accelerator from the moment the…

Where the first Avengers film was a celebration of the long-awaited banding of superhero brothers, Avengers: Age of Ultron is about the escalating consequences and ramifications of such a grouping. Tasked with an impossible mission to appease fan’s lofty expectations, writer/director Joss Whedon has thrown every part of his being into providing audiences with the next epic, entertaining and thrilling chapter of the Marvel cinematic universe. And for the most part, he delivers. 

Paul Thomas Anderson’s Inherent Vice is a cinematic oxymoron. Anderson, a celebrated American auteur, has dropped his darkly brilliant sensibilities and opted to concoct a stoner/noir/spoof movie. He’s traded in metaphorical milkshake-drinking for weed-smoking slapstick. The results are gloriously muddled, yet ultimately make for some wickedly pungent and hysterical viewing. 

Violence doesn’t always equate to witnessing brutal acts of force and savagery on our screens. Emotional and internal violence of the spirit can be far more damaging and destructive if it’s allowed to fester and burrow its roots deep within a person’s soul.

If you like your suave British spy thrillers bloodier, bolder and totally unencumbered by standard studio regulations and guidelines, then Kingsman: The Secret Service is the 007 movie James Bond wishes he could appear in.