John Nugent

A warm, mostly funny Brit-romcom which both celebrates and tweaks the old template — with winsome turns from Rice and Fearn.

This affectionate ‘making of’ comes with a runtime that might put some off delving into it, but it is worth it. Just as The Thing was the “ultimate in alien terror”, The Thing Expanded is the ultimate in documentary joy. 

Both unnecessarily complicated and woefully simple, this is one of the least successful Jack Ryan adaptations yet: neither Clear, nor Present. 

The first Star Wars film in nearly a decade doesn’t shake up the formula: instead, it’s a lively if inessential extended episode of the series. But Mando remains cool, and Grogu remains cute

Another solidly gripping film from the ever-prolific Soderbergh, this is a terrific two-hander, with Coel and McKellen on fine, fierce form.

Just a solidly made cat-and-mouse thriller, with muscularly committed performances from its two leads. It’ll make you want to explore the Great Outdoors and simultaneously never leave your house again.

A defiantly avant-garde take on commercial chart-toppers. It’s not for everyone, but it deserves to be: a gorgeous fusion of film, fashion, faith, and certified bangers.

Hugely impressive musical and dance performances from the two young men playing Michael Jackson cannot shake off the uncomfortable fact that there is an entire other side to the pop star’s story which is entirely conspicuous by its absence here.

The cinematic equivalent of being teabagged without your consent.

A cautionary tale against the dangers of excessive podcasting, this is a supremely spooky sonic ordeal. As an allegory for Catholic guilt, it’s haunting; as an auditory experience, it’ll fuck you up.