Cinephilia is at an all-time high. From Instagram accounts to Letterboxd, everybody is a critic, situating themselves as purveyors of the...

Screened for likely the last time on its original Technicolour dye-transfer print, watching Frank Perry’s 1968 film The Swimmer on the...

Greased in a layer of oil slick sweat, I was desperately trying to remember whether the BFI was air conditioned. Thankfully it was....

I am the kind of person that sets aside multiple days of the week to go see a movie at the cinema. Even the process of getting the ticket...