Vincent Cassel’s wolfish aloofness is an asset at every measured step.

Whimsy butts heads with pertinent truths in a comedy with bite.

Jessica Lange leans heavily into high drama in a gusty homage to a late, great actress.

Nicolas Cage bends reality into derangement. (Again.)

Sensible and safe were never on this menu.

Steve Coogan wears despondency like a favourite tweed jacket but the batty little bird is the star of every scene.

Its calculated incoherence doesn’t bode well for emotive impact but at least keeps viewers on their artistic toes.

Wizard of misery Ralph Fiennes goes to town on melancholia.

Thanks to Florence Pugh, this weepie has teeth.

The equivalent of a sofa that swallows you whole.