The winner dialled in from house arrest and some of the bigger names were missing in action, but the 70th Berlinale pulled together enough finds and fresh ideas to seem open to the future, found Jessica Kiang.
Pitt’s ice-cool astronaut crosses the cosmos in search of his lost father in James Gray’s spectrally majestic, obsessive space opera, finds Jessica Kiang.
Freely interweaving his own inventions with myths and legends from Hollywood’s late golden years, Quentin Tarantino delivers one of the most exuberantly sharp-witted meta-movies we’ve seen – until, until… Jessica Kiang minds her spoilers.
Classically composed and gorgeously immersive, the new film from Angela Schanelec is a bizarre, mystifying work that is oddly comforting despite its many puzzles, writes Jessica Kiang.
Fatih Akin’s relentless rendition of the sexual sadism of 1970s Hamburg serial killer Fritz Honka plumbs the lowest depths of human turpitude, says Jessica Kiang.
Jacques Audiard’s take on the deathless genre is a mournfully comic yarn that builds at its own loose pace to a surprisingly profound conclusion, writes Jessica Kiang.
László Nemes’s overblown melodrama tracks Juli Jakab’s would-be hatter through a lavishly recreated late-imperial Budapest, a florid procession of headwear and a madly unfocussed plot, writes Jessica Kiang.
Three studies of mighty male monsters won the three top prizes at this year’s Karlovy Vary International Film Festival. Sign of the times, asks Jessica Kiang.