A woman who is slowly going blind hunts for the man she believes killed her twin sister.

The poppy numbers are nothing electrifying but the B-boy is self-possession in action.

Revisiting this texturally faithful treatment from director Cary Joji Fukunaga is like catching up with old acquaintances.

Film-maker Charles Ferguson and a posse of experts re-examine the 2008 global economic meltdown.

Teenage aliens! Small-town high school! Romance a-brewing between two really good-looking stars! Sure, it’s pop corny. But it’s also kind of crazy-cool.

Two men with nothing in common are posted to an Arctic weather station, where even the summers come with an icy bite.

The cast members are mostly newcomers and their performances are nothing flash, but every minute is achingly sincere.

The HR manager of Jerusalem’s biggest bakery is saddled with saving the business’s reputation after a suicide bomber kills an employee.

Ryan Reynolds is in tip-top shape as test pilot Hal Jordan, catapulted into the elite Green Lantern galactic peacekeeping corps.

This is a love fest from go to wow. The anthemic numbers are bursts of sunshine for the converted.