An emotional journey through the landscapes of my childhood, hearing the words and living the stories of my grandparents, from an era when life was harsh but certainly wholesome.

Having waited years to watch it, expectations were high. Although Bale couldn't have portrayed the protagonist in a better way, I'm afraid the restrictions of the filmic medium meant the loss of some of the finest nuances of Ellis's chilling masterpiece.

A woman's descent into a deep state of anxiety and her gradual withdrawal from reality, watched through an ambiguous mixture of skepticism and admiration.

Slightly unsettling to find yourself sympathise with the protagonist, a confused, simple-minded girl with the habit of self-mutilation. But that's what happened. Also thanks to the best "Man With Strange Obsession" ever, James Spader.

Not as funny as expected. The most "laugh out loud" moments are quite gross, and I just don't get all this obsession with weddings and related traditions. But worth watching for an impudent Jon Hamm.

It looks like one of my dreams.

Stylish visuals, compelling storyline and a convincing performance by super cool Gosling. Watch out for the sudden outbursts of violence in the second half. Carey Mulligan's expression is quite irritating.

There's no pleasure or entertainment in watching 2 hours of hysterical prostitutes screaming at each other or repeating lame poems. And the spatters of pink paint don't help either.

Raw, tragic and ruthless. The harshness of the landscape penetrates the characters enshrouding their love story in desperation. Emily Brontë as never seen before.

Revealing moments from a pure young life in a wonderful scenery. Reminded me of El Premio in the beautiful scenes in the classroom.

Slow and unsettling, about love, God and madness. Much easier to sympathy with Harriet Anderson here than in Summer with Monika.