There have been so many cinematic depictions of war-weary London, May 1940, that one might be forgiven for momentarily believing that they were actually there in the flesh rather than the stalls. Few of these, however, have come as close to conveying the contemporary emotional turmoil as Joe Wright’s Darkest Hour. At the beating heart is Gary Oldmanand an all-time great performance.
A self-proclaimed ham, Hugh Jackman is more than a match for the real-life Phineas Taylor Barnum when it comes to showbiz stakes. He sings, he dances and he thoroughly steals The Greatest Showman. It is, indeed, largely thanks to Jackman’s bravura central turn, alongside some splendid choreography, that this almost entirely fictitious biopic is just about able to fly.
What do you get when you cross The Fox and the Hound with Hercules and Home on the Range? Bully Elliot – aka: the sweet and funny, if unremarkable, Ferdinand.