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Sandra Hüller’s performance pulses like a wound in director Justine Triet’s vivisection of a marriage.
Fact and fiction are membrane-thin in writer-director Andrew Haigh’s fantastical enactment of grief.
A stylish cast puts hanky-panky through its paces with a lightness of touch that spells Monsieur Woody Allen in any language.
The latest tall tale from director Yorgos Lanthimos is myriad shades of fantastic.
Until unreality catches up with him, Nicolas Cage sinks into self-effacement like a squelch into mud.
The caring presence of a self-deprecating Anthony Hopkins is what everyone will take with them.
As a horticulturalist with a pervasive past in film-maker Paul Schrader’s lesson in ethics, Joel Edgerton is so reined-in his every breath seems considered.
Joel Kinnaman descends into full bore badassery in the feral heat of director John Woo’s wordless venge-fest.