Search: Starring Matthew McConaughey

Amistad is one of [Spielberg's] deeply felt niche pictures that won't cause ripples on the stock market because of its uncompromising nature.

Hollywood is full of tales of people like Moondog who discover the true meaning of life when they get sober. Korine isn't that naive.

Like the man after whom it is named, is joyously camp and colourful, and not a little eccentric – even unhinged.

Sentimentality washes over the cold, technical body of the screenplay.

McConaughey's performance is a tour de force.

None of the characters are interesting. They slip into stereotype and stay there, grinning.

Throwing in some slapstick and cutesie animals doesn't distract from the fact that the female characters exist only in relation to men.

Instead of being driven by effects and action, Frailty holds your attention with utter disbelief. You can accept what is happening, but do you want to?

Ray Winstone really should have known better, though his accent – American Deep South via London East End – is possibly the funniest thing in the film.

"Every man is a man. It's as simple as that."

There's some good material about how getting hurt changes you as a person, but the problem is its too often trapped underneath overly-trite sentiment and the need to please impatient teen girls.

They have dirt under their fingernails

The script isn't witty enough, hitting the buttons by numbers.

Not many films are as important to the future of humanity as Interstellar.

Friedkin has fun seeing how far he can push the envelope with swift, bloody violence and frequent full-frontal female nudity.

A journey you have never travelled before

McConaughey works above and beyond his usual remit to remind us that he can also convey a formidable intensity and subtle sensitivity.

Frank, funny and immensely entertaining, Magic Mike is a brilliantly bittersweet cautionary fable.

In Nichols' world, understanding isn't taught but something that comes with experience.

The references are messy, the gestures grand.

Before the movie disintegrates completely - it makes Mad Max look like a classic - you can't help wondering how these Yanks fuel their war machines.

Push the plot too hard and it collapses. Best to sit back and do what you do with James Bond. If nothing else, the locations are breathtaking.

The twists and turns of this narrative fail to ring true with too many implausibilities in the plotting to give any credibility.

If this sounds like a corn fed carbon copy of a Debbie Reynolds standard, it's not

It's a great experience for the actors to get into such meaningful and intelligent roles and for us to be thrilled by their hard work and great performances.

It’s hard not to get swept up in the ride.

The acting depicts fear and determination - no shades of emotion, no humour.

A straightforward, by-the-numbers sports movie designed to boost Kleenex sales.

This is how you destroy people's dignity and make them yours, Scorsese seems to say.