Partridge does porn and not in a good way.

Consider my jaw dropped. Still trying to decide in a good or bad way.

Skarsgård on getting the role: ...'he called me last summer and said, 'Stellan, my next film will be a porno film, and I want you to play the main lead. You will not get to fuck in it, but you will show your penis at the end but it will be very floppy'.

Please don't make me wait till winter to have to see this.

Mostly engaging but somewhat...dry for lack of a better word. Day-Lewis delivers as expected.

What should be bodice ripping and chest beating comes across as exhausting and suffocating.

Reserved melodrama if such a thing was possible. Weisz is one of the most underrated actresses working today.

Jones' performance is great but its all very surface level. We whir through events without much build up or pay off to key events. Whether you believe Hedren's account or not, the whole thing feels one sided and quite shallow. More scenes Hitch and his wife Alma (an underused Staunton) would have grounded down things more firmly.

There are signs of the genius that would be but the pacing is off and the dialogue / performances are stiff and awkward. Could have lived without the clumsy narration ('War is hell, woe is me' etc.). Still nice lighting and editing in selected scenes.

Ok, I give in. The hype has got me interested.

The mundanity of evil.

The ultimate selfless act of devotion./A futile defense against the inevitable. You be the judge

An epic canvas for a frighteningly intimate tale. The 70mm print is gorgeous.

Marion Cotillard should stick to making films in France. Her fellow countrymen know how to use her in a movie.

If you'd have told me 10 years ago that a preview screening audience would have applauded when the words 'Ben Affleck' appeared on screen I would have laughed at you. Boy do I feel silly.

Joy. Sheer, pure, unadulterated joy.

Quite a few misses but some very effective hits.

It's one of those tragic things, you don't realize how much you appreciate someone until their gone. RIP.

It's all about the compositions and the faces.

He NEEDS to make more films.

The commentary comes on a little strong but it's refreshingly cynical and nihilistic, terrifically directed and very well acted.

What is cinema? What is identity? May need some time to settle but this is probably the best thing I've seen so far this year.

Not too sure about that ending, but great nonetheless. Shannon and Chastain are perfect.

This needs to be great.

'IMAFANAMAN!'

I'm really not too sure on this one...

Erotically charged yet wonderfully restrained.

I want. NOW.

Overlong, visually spectacular, clunky, moving, nonsense, thrilling. A rough diamond if ever there was one.

Hurry the fuck up November.