I, Tonya is a dark, hard hitting movie that shines scalding and objective light on the controversy surrounding Tonya Harding, as well as delving deep into her complicated personal relationships.

An ambiguous film, to say the least, yet wholly deserving of its many awards and nominations.

Battle of the Sexes is a game of pain and beauty, of fear and bravery, of love and triumph. The cast is wonderful, the production is lavish, and the script is excellent.

A cold mess of rubbish plotting and bizarre cinematography. It wastes its source material and bumbles through the snow before falling through the ice.

Murder on the Orient Express is too besotted with its lead actor and overwhelmed with its source material to look at either without rose-tinted glasses. It tries too hard, and the cast are lost in a showy script.

I'm going to be addressing a problematic aspect of the movie: the way the female characters are written.

The Beguiled isn't as bewitching as it claims to be. Despite its relational intensity, the story is squandered as a result of forced performances and an extremely weak script.

My Cousin Rachel is beautifully filmed and led by a mesmerising Weisz, but otherwise it's insufferably boring and poorly plotted.

An atmospheric, riveting film with a haunting score, strong cast, and excellent cinematography. But the writers skimp drastically on plot and character.