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After years of not being taken seriously, Pamela Anderson finds the perfect role as an ageing exotic dancer – it’s a pity the movie isn’t as good as her, writes Leigh Paatsch.
After years of not being taken seriously, Pamela Anderson finds the perfect role as an ageing exotic dancer – it’s a pity the movie isn’t as good as her, writes Leigh Paatsch.
Bridget Jones has lost a husband and gained a younger lover but Renee Zellweger brings heart and humour to Bridget Jones: Mad About the Boy.
The edge-of-your-seat factual drama September 5 takes viewers behind the scenes in one of the Olympic Games’ darkest hours with a message that still resonates today.
Companion is the kind of original and inventive thriller that comes around all too rarely – but the top-level twists hit hardest by going in spoiler-free, writes Leigh Paatsch.
Saturday Night reveals the first steps leading to the giant strides of sketch show SNL, while the uneven Venom: Last Dance asks whether we needed a Venom saga at all. writes Leigh Paatsch.
Smile 2 finds searingly memorable and distinctly shocking ways to improve upon its macabrely malevolent predecessor, writes Leigh Paatsch.
While odd-couple crime comedy Brothers might have benefited from a leaner, meaner approach, it snaps into shape thanks to Josh Brolin and Peter Dinklage, writes Leigh Paatsch.
No movie could stand a chance of decoding the all-bamboozling enigma that is Donald Trump – but The Apprentice achieves some success, writes Leigh Paatsch.
Five years since promising there would be no sequel to The Joker, Todd Phillips has delivered one – and it comes as no surprise Joker: Folie a Deux is a folly and worse, writes Leigh Paatsch.
Look past that ungainly name and see something special in the warm and witty feel-good My Old Ass, writes Leigh Paatsch.
The engagingly entertaining The Wild Robot is in instant-classic territory, writes Leigh Paatsch.
Disturbing yet funny, you can’t tell whether Speak No Evil has been designed to charm you or choke you, writes Leigh Paatsch.
Despite Michael Keaton having the time of his afterlife, there’s not enough of his coffin-tipping high-jinks to carry Beetlejuice Beetlejuice to greatness, writes Leigh Paatsch.
With neither the damaging energy nor the distinctive look of its predecessor, The Crow reboot has little chance of any afterlife sequel-wise, writes Leigh Paatsch.
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