Patrick Peters

Uncompromisingly authentic, impeccably played and quietly compelling.

Brimful of glorious sounds, this affectionate fan letter says as much about Pops Staples's artistic and political evolution as it does about his devoted daughter, one of the all-time greats.

Refocused on the hoof after the catastrophic 2014 earthquakes, Jennifer Peedom's film pulls no punches in exploring the culture and work of this unheralded group, as well as their frequent exploitation by Westerners.

Has its moments of spectacle and danger, but offers too few genuine insights or rite-of-passage epiphanies.

The tone is pseudo-Sopranos at times, but the oppressive ambience is grippingly sustained.

A gripping and unheralded story that doesn't quite get the telling it deserves.

While the Norman vistas are glorious, the storytelling lacks wit and charm.

This reflection on isolation, technology, creativity and desire brilliantly blurs the lines between perception and voyeurism, the objective and the subjective.

A decent cast gives it more credibility than it deserves.

May be contrived and overlong, but it is also technically distinctive and utterly compelling in its analysis of Swedish attitudes towards race.