Expelling all mental illness, Maniac blends all conceivable genres and tones, in an unmistakably difficult balancing act set in an unknown retrofuturist timeline.
With an infectious sense of humor and some wonderfully dynamic performances, The Favourite is a shining example of a filmmaker at the prime of his art.
With an unapologetic, feminine roar, City Of Joy takes on a wholly ignored genocide, racism, toxic masculinity and bloodthirsty greed, a rallying cry for survivors of violence and product consumers.
Gustav Möller’s The Guilty is compact but crushing single-room drama successfully secures our emotional and visceral involvement whilst quite boldly moving into some genuinely dark areas.
I Think We’re Alone Now is a beautiful slow burn drama with a beautifully eerie atmosphere and striking performances from Dinklage and Fanning, ruined by an unruly mess of a third act.
Colette touches on a few of today’s most vital conversations: how society treats women and how society treats those who identify with the LGBTQ+ community.
Smallfoot is desperate to entertain its audience with musical numbers, visual gags, and rapid-fire dialogue without paying that same attention to character or stakes.
Distinctively reminiscent of the show’s first season, with it looking to unfold on a case-of-the-week style basis, How To Get Away With Murder’s season premiere is taking one step back, hopefully, in order to take multiple steps forward.
Transit and Diamantino are two films that, though with varying approaches and to varying success, attempt to delve into the political turmoil of our world through their narratives.