In a finely crafted case of truth as perception, director Alice Diop leaves the obvious wide open.

Grace and generosity are the life force of Maryam Touzani’s lyrical reflection on love.

Writer-director Rolf de Heer isn’t messing around in a stark anatomy of racial hatred.

Every one of these characters is up to their necks in a mother lode of woe that makes perversely compelling viewing.

Bill Nighy does British reticence with a beating heart in a modest charmer about making a difference.

As a grieving Mamie Till, Danielle Deadwyler takes immersive ownership of a mother’s primal pain.

Andrea Riseborough is a lit fuse as a lost soul inflamed by booze.

Olivia Colman brings her distinctive perception as a marginalised woman battling psychological demons.

Sadness is an all-pervasive threat in a paradoxically lovely debut from writer-director Charlotte Wells, based in part on her life.

Eternal banishment or hell on Earth? Mennonite women stare down a life-changing choice.