Olivier Assayas’ flawed yet mystifying drama Personal Shopper is sure to please those in The Holy Cult of Stewart in a welcome, artistic take on grief and spirituality in the modern world.
Mick Jackson’s oh so relevant courtroom drama Denial explores the perversion of the free speech and historical debate when discredited faux-historian and Holocaust denier David Irving takes Holocaust scholar Deborah Lipstadt to trial, for merely telling the inconvenient truth.
Maren Ade’s debut comedy Toni Erdmann proves the Germans can be both harmless and funny in their own awkward and (partly) alienating way.
M. Night Shyamalan impresses twenty-three fold with the continuation of his new wave in dark comedy thrillers in this year’s Split.
Barry Jenkins’ sure-to-be Oscar darling Moonlight shows a child’s lifetime through the struggles of a Miami drug war, the internal struggle of sexuality and the forever long journey for our self defiance.
Who would have guessed a franchise could contain this much wit?
A rousing performance from star Hailee Steinfeld sees Kelly Fremon Craig’s directorial debut tackle adolescence and the youthful desire to just float away and die, in The Edge of Seventeen.
While the audience clearly wanted more of the gorgeous piggy-puppy character that’s only in the movie for two minutes, Disney’s tribute to Polynesian culture, Moana, is a colourful fable of the magic mushroom variety: taking us on a journey of wonder that left us in awe.
A Paul Verhoeven film, like any other hardcore drug, hits with unforgiving force and leaves in quite an unexpected puddle. It’s the unsafe chemical hit you had no idea you needed.
If you thought the bird cinema season was over with The Angry Birds Movie, the infamous meme movie that actually got the endorsement of KKK and neonazis, Warner Brothers’ Storks has come to right any and all the wrongs, making a lovable animation a studio like Sony wishes it could make.
Can a kinda dumb movie still be kinda dumb if it’s technically noice, neon-lit lovely and surprisingly charming? Nerve certainly does beg that question.