There’s a distinct promise that comes with a film of the martial arts genre. High octane sword splicing and garish violence; it’s the kind of cinema to make the bloodthirsty giddy. But when you hear who’s behind The Assassin, it should come as no surprise to find that it carries that notorious label rather lightly.
As always was the case for Winehouse herself, Amy is driven by the music. In the documentary film that tells her life story, her most famous songs (that we think we know) are given a discerning, new definition. Foreshadowings of a woman wise beyond her years; an icon and identity, tarnished by her own rapacious audience. We are faced with the blatant truth. A life stolen far too soon; blood still fresh on our hands.
The memory’s of Disney lovers are emblazoned with some of cinema’s most unforgettable images: the stormy sea battles of love in The Little Mermaid. Or Simba wandering through billowing dust to find his father lying motionless in The Lion King. It’s the bittersweet tragedy now synonymous with the period known as ‘the Disney Renaissance’ – the time that holds some of the studio’s most significant and adored films.