AMERICAN HUSTLE is spectacular. The best films are the ones that utterly immerse you in their world, and though it might have initially been a bit slow to get going, once it picked up steam, I was utterly drawn into the story of this film. And the big part of that is down to the characters, a blistering ensemble of quality name actors utterly disappearing into their roles, becoming these con artists and shady characters. Each performance is individually stunning, and throwing them together and seeing how the combinations bounce off one another creates cinematic fireworks. I never imagined that the usually-lovely Jennifer Lawrence could be so repulsive, embodying Christian Bale's wife-from-hell as this scowling whirlwind of hate and resentment who makes you physically recoil from the movie screen. It's a career-best performance from the actress. It's a film of career-bests, really. Bradley Cooper: unhinged, at his career-best. Amy Adams: breathtakingly sexy, at her career-best. Jeremy Renner: tragic, at his career-best. Director David O. Russell: also at his career-best. Christian Bale was a favourite of mine even before he played the definitive movie Batman, and the Dark Knight Trilogy pretty much guaranteed him my moviegoing loyalty for life, but it's great to see he's far from coasting. If this isn't HIS career-best, it's certainly up there, with Bale piling on the pounds and sporting a horrifying combover to completely transform into Irving Rosenfield, a man we should detest but who Bale imbues with a battered humanity that makes him an oddly irresistible protagonist. Louis CK and Robert DeNiro also steal scenes in stellar supporting turns. Really, the whole film was just a joy, the kind of film where you actually sit back while it's on and think, "I'm experiencing something really special." It's the first film I've seen in cinemas in 2014, but I think I have to retrospectively name AMERICAN HUSTLE my new favourite film of 2013.