Ben Whishaw

By the time the mad finale rolls around, the viewer will feel had, for Perfume grasps for significance where there is none to be found.

No classic, but it does hold interest, in part by dealing honestly with the intriguing religious themes and in part for its fine cast.

Taymor tries a little too hard, neither breaking nor broken by the play, but ultimately losing the wrestling match.

The Wachowskis and Tykwer are determined to make you understand eternity, and in that and only that, they succeed: by the time you get to the film’s endless series of endings, you’ll feel as if you’ve lived lifetimes.

Playful...the most conspicuously repeated word is 'game,' the most dangerous of which Bond typically is, pursues, or plays.

The Craig Bonds...continue...questioning the dark and destructive psychology of this masculine icon, this preternaturally skilled but insanely reckless secret agent—his greatest secrets being his own hurt and loss and loneliness.

Revives history we could all stand to know better, and proves most useful in clarifying both what was at stake and the rules of the game...

Depict[s] a writer’s process of scavenging and soul-stealing...[as well as] being “in the oil business” to the exclusion of morality and ethics, and with implications for the ecosystem.

Investigates the nature of our need for a partner (who else will apply that pain-relief cream to the small of your back?), how we cling to superficial similarities to justify our matches, and our denial, at our peril, of our animal nature.

I wanted to continue working with Ben [Whishaw]. And I wanted to make art with him…to be with someone when they are alone is one of the great qualities of cinema.