Derek Michael Malcolm (born 12 May 1932 in Marylebone, London) is an English film critic and historian.Malcolm was educated at Eton College and Oxford University. He worked for several decades as a film critic for The Guardian, having previously been an amateur jockey and the paper's first horse racing correspondent. In 1977, he was a member of the jury at the 27th Berlin International Film Festival. In the mid-1980s he was host of The Film Club on BBC2, which was dedicated to art house films, and was director of the London Film Festival for several years.After leaving The Guardian in 2000, he published his final series of articles, The Century of Films, in which he discusses films he admires from his favourite directors from around the world. After The Guardian he became chief film critic for the Evening Standard, before being replaced in 2009 by novelist Andrew O'Hagan. He still contributes film reviews for the newspaper, but it emerged in July 2013 that his contribution to the title is to be reduced further.In 2008 he was a member of the jury at the 30th Moscow International Film Festival.Malcolm is president of the British Federation of Film Societies and the International Film Critics' Circle. In 2003 he published an autobiographical book, Family Secrets, which recounts how in 1917 his father shot his mother's lover dead, but was found not guilty of murder.
[on Dracula (1992)] Remains in essentials a fairly comprehensive and often vulgar mess. The whole somehow seems to sum up perfectly what most people want from cinema nowadays: style hinting at content but gradually drowning it out with pyrotechnics.
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[on Heaven's Gate (1980)] The full version, I can assure you, is quite an experience - an extraordinary attempt to make a major American movie at a time when only the minors hold sway.
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[on Natural Born Killers (1994)] Isn't so much a cry against the dying of the light as the kind of movie that dims the light in the first place.
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I find critics who have been out in the world a bit and have some broader interests, usually more interesting than reviewers who spent most of their life sitting in the dark completely absorbed by movies and nothing else.