Joel Kinnaman descends into full bore badassery in the feral heat of director John Woo’s wordless venge-fest.
Desperation and drugs make haunted bedfellows in a trailblazing, time-warping debut from writer-director Sam Odlum.
Like pickled eggs and breakfast schooners, the ethos of hard-core drinking tends to be an acquired taste.
A depressed French woman plays duelling banjos with her batty yet strikingly stylised thoughts.
The good guys are principled and real, the baddies are amoral snobs, and shades of grey need not apply.
As a super-deranged Count Dracula, the concept of too much is meat, drink and dessert to a Gothically embellished Nicolas Cage.
Leave it to a Cronenberg to turn a deluxe resort into a death-dealing cloner playground.
Every one of these characters is up to their necks in a mother lode of woe that makes perversely compelling viewing.
Russell Crowe is fabulous as exorcist Father Gabriele Amorth in director Julius Avery’s lurid horror show.