CTV NEWSCHANNEL: RICHARD’s MOVIE REVIEWS FOR SUNDAY APRIL 12, 2026!
I join CTV NewsChannel to talk about a modernized “Hamlet,” a reflective “Outcome” and an old-fahsioned rom com “You, Me & Tuscany.”
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CTV NEWSCHANNEL: RICHARD’s MOVIE REVIEWS FOR FRIDAY APRIL 10, 2026!
I join CTV NewsChannel’s Scott Hirsch to talk about a modernized “Hamlet,” a reflective “Outcome” and an old-fahsioned rom com “You, Me & Tuscany.”
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YOU TUBE: THREE MOVIES/THIRTY SECONDS! FAST REVIEWS FOR BUSY PEOPLE!
Fast reviews for busy people! Watch as I review three movies in less time than it takes to lock the door. Have a look as I race against the clock to tell you about a modernized “Hamlet,” a reflective “Outcome” and a hypnotic “Exit 8.”
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SHANE HEWITT & THE NIGHT SHIFT: BOOZE & REVIEWS: TO DRINK OR NOT TO DRINK?
I join the Bell Media Radio Network national night time show “Shane Hewitt and the Night Shift” to talk about why movies have gotten longer in the last couple of decades and I review Riz Ahmed as “Hamlet.”
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HAMLET: 3 ½ STARS. “TO SEE OR NOT TO SEE? THAT IS THE QUESTION.”
SYNOPSIS: A bold, modern version of Shakespeare’s classic tragedy, “Hamlet” stars Riz Ahmed on the title character’s quest for revenge and justice.
CAST: Riz Ahmed, Morfydd Clark, Joe Alwyn, Sheeba Chaddha, Avijit Dutt, Art Malik, Timothy Spall, Aneil Karia,
REVIEW: Riz Ahmed brings an electrifying energy to an adaptation of “Hamlet” that maintains Shakespeare’s archaic words and inverted syntax, but thrillingly modernizes the story’s themes of vengeance, madness and mortality.
Set against a backdrop of London’s South Asian community, the film begins with Riz Ahmed as Hamlet, heir to his family’s property development empire Elsinore Construction, returning home from abroad to attend his father’s funeral.
From the ghost of his late father, he learns his uncle Claudius (Art Malik) is responsible for the death, knocking off the elder to take control of his business and marry his widow Gertrude (Sheeba Chaddha). “My uncle is the cause of all this,” Hamlet rages. “There is a villain dwelling in our home.”
Overcome with anger, Hamlet embarks on a journey of manufactured madness and moral torment fueled by bloody revenge. “It’s common, my son,” says Gertrude. “All that lives must die.”
There are a few omissions in this new telling of the tale—poor Yorik doesn’t make the cut—but Shakespeare’s greatest hits are, by and large, used to good effect. Hamlet’s most famous soliloquy, the “To be, or not to be” speech, is highlighted, delivered as the Prince aggressively careens through London traffic.
Most importantly, the spirit of the Bard remains, even if the screenplay by British playwright Michael Lesslie embellishes the language with Hindi/Urdu words and phrases. The result is a psychological thriller, harsh and intense, that honors its literary roots but brings an immediacy and excitement to the story.
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark, or, in this case London, and it’s the vivid thematic stench of treachery and corporate and personal greed that is infused into every frame.
“Hamlet” benefits from director Aneil Karia’s streamlining of the story—down to 114 minutes from the original 4-5 hours—the performances and the vibrant visuals and music derived from the film’s South Asian influences.
Unlike Joel Coen’s 2001 “The Tragedy of Macbeth,” which leaned into a theatrical look and feel, Karia embraces the realism of “Hamlet’s” themes and big city setting, highlighting the film’s urgency with an energetic cinematic vibe.
THE PALE BLUE EYE: 3 ½ STARS. “handsomely mounted, pulpy murder mystery.”
Adapted from Louis Bayard’s 2003 novel of the same name, “The Pale Blue Eye,” a somber new Christian Bale murder mystery now streaming on Netflix, begins with a grisly murder in a society that favors discretion.
Set at West Point Military Academy in upstate New York, circa 1830, the story kicks off on a chilly day, an atmospheric note that informs the tone of the film. A cadet is found dead, hanging from a tree on the grounds. What appears to be a case of a young man taking his own life, becomes suspicious when it is discovered his heart has been removed post mortem.
Hoping to avoid a public scandal, West Point enlists Augustus Landor (Christian Bale), a local detective still smarting from the loss of his only daughter, to quietly solve the case. Hindered by the academy’s strict code of silence, Landor gets a break when meets an eccentric young cadet at a local tavern. “I am an artist,” he flamboyantly declares, “I have no nation.” The man, Edgar Allen Poe (Harry Melling), is a poet and truth seeker whose ambitions lay in the written word, not the stuffy traditions of the military.
“Poe,” Landor says, “I need you to discretely infiltrate the cadets.”
A fictional story, “The Pale Blue Eye” inserts Poe, credited with inventing the American detective story, into this tale of intrigue. The poet, sans his famous moustache, did attend West Point, and after two years of service, attained the rank of Sergeant Major for Artillery, but that is where any similarity to reality ends.
Poe, as played by Melling, is arguably the film’s most entertaining character, the only one cut loose from the restraint that casts a pall over the proceedings like a shroud. Bale raises his voice a few times, breaking his character’s unshakable, flinty self-possession, but it is Melling, and his ostentatious demeanor that brings the, as he says, “hot thrashing flurry,” to break free of the movie’s gothic shackles.
Writer, director Scott Cooper sprinkles engaging supporting performances throughout. As the wife of the very proper Dr. Marquis (Toby Jones), Gillian Anderson’s low rumbling voice gives her character a malevolent edge, and it’s a treat to see Robert Duvall as occult expert Jean-Pepe, even if his role is under-written.
“The Pale Blue Eye” is a handsomely mounted, pulpy murder mystery, with some fine performances, but its methodical pace and bleak nature clip its wings, and don’t allow it to make like the E.A.P.’s Raven and take flight.
SPENCER: 4 STARS. “a heightened look at Diana’s life.”
Kristen Stewart may always be best known for playing Bella Swan, the young woman who fell in love with a vampire, in the “Twilight” series but if that lifestyle choice seemed scary, it has nothing on the atmosphere of dread in her new movie. “Spencer,” a new impressionistic biopic of Lady Diana (born Diana Spencer) and now playing in theatres, sees her embroiled in a tale of real-life Gothic horror.
It’s Christmas, 1991 at Sandringham House, one of Queen Elizabeth’s country homes. The Royal Family has assembled for their annual holiday celebrations, complete with protocols, paparazzi, strange Royal traditions, disapproving looks, a ghost and the prying eyes of as Equerry Major Alistair Gregory (Timothy Spall). Despite being surrounded by people, including husband Prince Charles (Jack Farthing) and sons William (Jack Nielen) and Harry (Freddie Spry), she feels alone except for her lone confidant is Maggie (Sally Hawkins), her tailor and best friend.
It is, as a title card tells us, a “fable based on a real tragedy,” and over the course of almost two hours we experience Diana’s life years after the fairy tale wedding. Her marriage is crumbling, a she’s battling an eating disorder and the gap between perception of her private life and public persona is widening.
That Sandringham is located next to Park House, the home she grew up in and harbors many happy memories about, only deepens the wellspring of sorrow she feels as her life spins out of control.
“Spencer” is a portrait of the Princess of Wales at her most vulnerable and isolated but it never feels as though it is exploiting Diana. The director, Chilean auteur Pablo Larraín, working from a script by “Eastern Promises” writer Steven Knight, doesn’t turn her life into a pity party. The character is having a rough time equating her life, and the future of her children, with the reality of her situation and yet she perseveres. In the moments away from the protocols of royal life—mommy time with William and Harry or on a trip to the beach with Maggie—the veil lifts and she becomes Diana Spencer, able to leave the titles and tradition in the dust.
Stewart nails the voice and mannerisms but doesn’t try to imitate Diana, one of the world’s best-known people. Instead, she reaches deep to delicately create a portrait of a person riddled with anxiety at a crossroads in her life. Stewart, whose own experiences with an intrusive press and paparazzi have been well documented, brings that lived experience to the film. Stewart’s face during a photocall scene outside a church says it all, expertly showing the mix of duty and terror Diana must have felt toward the press who hounded her.
“Spencer” is a heightened look at Diana’s life, but it’s not all Sturm und Drang. The script is laced with Diana’s sarcastic sense of humour and the beautiful cinematography provides a somewhat serene backdrop to the cooly chaotic action. But make no mistake, the story’s underlying tension, despite a rather joyous finale, has more to do with a psychological horror film than a traditional biopic.
THE PARTY: 4 STARS. “delivered with just the right amount of venom by a talented cast.”
At the end of the chamber dramedy “The Party,” you’ll be glad you were able to be a voyeur and not actually attend the get-together in person. It’s “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?” with more characters and twice the vitriol.
Kristin Scott Thomas is Janet, the newly appointed U.K. Health Minister and host of the party. When we first see her she’s holding a gun on a guest. It’s that kind of party.
Cue the flashback.
Gathered together are Janet’s nearest and dearest. There’s sharp-tongued best friend April (Patricia Clarkson), her almost ex and professional life coach Gottfried (Bruno Ganz), Martha (Cherry Jones) and her pregnant partner Jinny (Emily Mortimer), jumpy financial whiz Tom (Cillian Murphy), whose cocaine and aforementioned gun add some spice to an already edgy situation. On the periphery, for a time anyway, is Bill (Timothy Spall), a ticking time bomb with a glass of champagne.
Director Sally Potter wastes no time in presenting her sophisticated but sour soiree. The verbal—and text—fireworks begin almost immediately. Sparkling dialogue drips from the mouths of these actors like liquid gold. When Jinny announces she’s have more than baby Martha says, “Triplets. People. Small people.” It doesn’t sound like much on paper, but the magic is in the delivery. The best lines are reserved for Clarkson, whose blunt, plainspoken words add fuel to the already hot state of affairs. “Although it may have a deleterious effect on your career I think you could consider murder,” she purrs at one point.
Canapés smoulder, truths are revealed—there will be no spoilers here—and lives are shattered, all in just 71 minutes. “The Party” is a delightfully nasty piece of work, artfully realized by Potter and delivered with just the right amount of venom by a dedicated cast.
EARLY MAN: 3 STARS. “part Flintstones, part kiddie ‘Quest for Fire.’”
The stop-motion geniuses at Aardman Animation are the kings of the underdog. They’ve given us stories of chickens rebelling against farm owners, a sheep who takes charge and leads the flock to safety and hapless adventurer Wallace. In their latest, “Early Man,” there’s a Bronze Age twist to the small fry tale.
A prologue informs us that humans survived the meteorite that wiped out the dinosaurs. (Remember, this is all humour, not history.) What good could come out of that life-changing catastrophe? The invention of football. Using stones for goalposts, the prehistoric humans starting kicking the meteorite around to create the game that would become the world’s most popular sport.
Cut to a few ages later, near Manchester, around lunchtime. A Stone Age clan, including a spunky caveman named Dug (voice of Eddie Redmayne) and his sidekick Hognob (Nick Park), find themselves rocked by a new era. Bronze Age villain Lord Nooth (Tom Hiddleston with an exaggerated French accent) has plans to invade Dug and Co.’s comfortable life, seizing their land to turn it into a mine. “The age of stone is over!” he says. “Long live the age of bronze!” It’s up to Dug and his people to protect the interest of the tribe against the more sophisticated enemy, but how? By challenging Nooth’s best football team, Real Bronzio, to a match, that’s how.
“Early Man” is a romp about football, survival and teamwork. It also features some of the best (read worst) Premier League puns. “They’re playing well, early man… United,” usually delivered by characters speak English and crack wise like British music hall comedians. It’s silly stuff, part Flintstones, part kiddie “Quest for Fire,” and while it does contain quite a few laughs it doesn’t have the same anarchic spirit of earlier Aardman films. It’s entertaining, good-natured and I think kids will like it—especially the T-Rex sized duck who is both a menace and a help to the Brutes—but it feels like middleweight Aardman.
