Alex Gibney’s exposé of child abuse in the Catholic Church finds the institution seeing (and even breeding) evil while speaking none of it. By Philip Kemp.
This latest from the director of After Life is a magnificent fable of a broken family dreaming of reunion as Japan’s bullet train comes to their island. Tony Rayns sees a master at work.
Rebranding the revolution, 1980s style. Pablo Larraín’s latest is a wicked satire of the fall of Chile’s dictatorship, with Gael García Bernal’s ad man as pied piper.
David Jenkins clicks his heels mouse and is whisked away to a musical Manhattan wonderland.
Matthias Schoenaerts’ soulful portrait of a traumatised hulk is the key to this Belgian cattle-doping film noir, says Paul Tickell.
Chilly, macabre and transgressive, Brandon Cronenberg’s dystopian celebrity satire thoroughly earns the epithet Cronenbergian, says Anton Bitel.
