Emily Watson

[Burton paints] death as a (literally) more colorful plane of existence than life, the ultimate subversive joke in a movie full of them.

Cave uses the taming of Australia as the backdrop for a nasty, dirty western about the implications of violence.

Labors mightily to present world-famous children's author Beatrix Potter as a preternaturally free spirit.

Pleasingly evokes the days when Roddy McDowall frolicked with Flicka and Lassie, [but] it must be said that a CGI pet is not quite so easy to love as a flesh-and-blood performer, animal or human.

A humble riff on the well-worn coming-of-age film.

'How Green Was My Valley, How Smart Was My Horse.'

This craven refusal to risk offense demonstrates the length to which the film is willing to go for truth: not very far at all.

In its broad strokes, Belle captures the intrigue of the real Dido, subject of a famously captivating portrait that is more fascinating and extraordinary than the film positioned around it.