Ad Astra is an astonishing achievement.
But Widows exhibits cosmetic similarities with the heist genre, it resolutely resists generic conventions.
Stop Making Sense builds from a sparse stage and a cassette player into a triumphant, celebratory kaleidoscope of music and backup dancers and ridiculously oversized menswear.
Keaton, Chaplin, Tati, Lloyd – and, now, Paddington Bear.
Call Me By Your Name is less a love story than a cinema of sensation: the tenderness of touch, the sheen of sweat, the cool calm of water.
Terrence Malick’s latest feature, Song to Song, clarifies the experimentation of his previous two films.
The Red Turtle is imbued with the resonant power of a creation myth, thanks to the simple yet expressive animation, the naturalistic sound effects, the swell of the vast ocean.