Phil Hoad

This unsettling parable has a scriptural concision and mystery.

This docu-portrait verges on corporate promo at times, though there are a couple of telling vignettes in the second half.

Where it’s lacking in psychological bite, Wardriver’s demi-monde is convincingly venal in general terms. Thomas lends it enough fast-driving attack and romanticised ferment that it might just pass in the darkness for a Michael Mann film.

This hectic fantasia struggles to plumb deeper depths.

Here is a visually epic and surprisingly positive documentary about a maligned subculture: football ultras.

Amid this farrago, the political critique comes over more like accidental backspatter than meaningful statement.

With an unerring but sardonic sense of how death presses in on us all, this is a promisingly pungent debut from Mitchell.

This is a memorable education in the laws of the tween jungle.

There are serious points raised with wry obliqueness here: about police racism, land theft and, more positively, ancestral continuity. (Perhaps to keep the indigenous focus, Endless Cookie skirts the issue of Seth as a white chronicler.) But it’s also equal parts hallucinations in coffee froth of rutting caribous – and a palpably radiating love for community – in this often hilarious spawn of the likes of Fritz the Cat

Visually ravishing though it is, Scarlet is a hefty disappointment from director Mamoru Hosoda, a leading light from whom we expect more than an incoherent and overbearing fantasy.