An amateur insider’s portrait of life under Israeli occupation, Emad Burnat’s video testimony carries a stark, indignant urgency, finds Philip Kemp.
The Beat sputters to a halt in Walter Salles’ null, square and coy adaptation of Jack Kerouac’s generational touchstone novel, says Sophie Mayer.
In which Josh Radnor returns to his real-life alma mater and acts out a May-December Peter Pan romance with an improv-drama student played by Elizabeth Olsen. Catherine Wheatley tries to look kindly.
As an East German wannabe emigré thaws, so does this cool thriller-turned-melodrama – and Catherine Wheatley sees new reason for international audiences to engage with the work of its director Christian Petzold.
Leos Carax’s portmanteau of cinema-swansong sketches is nearly as marvellous as it is mercurial, finds Ginette Vincendeau.
2008 comes over all 70s twilight in Andrew Dominik’s adaptation of a novel by Boston crime chronicler George V. Higgins. But why the directorial steroids, wonders Trevor Johnston?
