Geppetto and his put-upon puppet explore their father-son dynamic in this revitalised telling of the Italian favourite, enhanced by magical social realism and seriously impressive prosthetics, writes John Bleasdale.
Morality, and society itself, crumbles in Ciro Guerra’s English-language debut, a stunningly shot, allegorical film featuring a powerful lead performance by Mark Rylance, writes John Bleasdale.
Haifaa Al-Mansour’s winning story of a small-town doctor who finds herself standing for election relishes progressiveness and pizzazz in contemporary Saudi Arabia, writes John Bleasdale.
Rúnar Rúnarsson’s collage film captures the celebrations, vexations and conflagrations of the festive season in 56 deft vignettes, writes John Bleasdale.
This true story of Italian gangster Tommaso Buscetta, and how he broke the code of silence, is both too generically familiar and too complex, especially for non-Italian audiences, writes John Bleasdale.
With its interminable leering shots of underdressed teens and degenerate sexual politics stretched across three-and-a-half hours of nightclub action, Abdellatif Kechiche’s series ‘interlude’ is a despair-inducing grind, writes John Bleasdale.
Robert Rodriguez revisits his ultra-low-budget roots in down and dirty filmmaking with a knockabout horror-thriller set in a medical research facility, writes John Bleasdale.
The Soviet occupation collapses and the Mujahideen arise as teenage Quodrat and his fellow street kids flourish in a state-run orphanage in the second part of Shahrbanoo Sadat’s planned five-part history of her country, writes John Bleasdale.
It wasn’t to be the second year a female director won Cannes’s top prize, but our contributors certainly fancied it as much as Bong Joon-ho’s Parasite. Isabel Stevens introduces thoughts from ten of our contributors.
Alaa Eddine Aljem’s deadpan debut plants an empty shrine over loot buried in the sands of southern Morocco, and watches a community of sun-beaten oddballs pay reverence, finds John Bleasdale.