An eerie, cleverly-assembled horror film, with scares that will vary depending on how big of a horror buff you are.

There’s such a need to treat an important topic with appropriate weight, but many moments that could have packed more punch thanks to the work of Carrell and Chalamet end up feeling bloated.

An oppressive but thought-provoking viewing experience that peers deep into the Russian soul and finds there an unfathomable blackness.

The material is tough to absorb. At times, ‘The Cleaners’ feels more like a grim, neon-lit, science-fiction noir than a documentary.

A truly inspirational and fascinating look into a style icon, this is the story of her life, and it is a fascinating life to witness.

This film is missing any real stakes, any real anticipation, any real tension. It’s an outdated concept of Australian storytelling, and audiences deserve much better.

For a non-fiction piece of filmmaking, its emotional intelligence is grounded in such tangible intimacy, it is heartbreaking as much as it is astonishing.

Is it just a great little genre play on the trope of a group of strangers forced together under unusual circumstances, or is it something much bigger? You’ll just have to find out for yourself.

A powerful and moving experience, it will leave you marvelling at the ability of our species to dream, to invent, to strive and to survive.

In its best moments, ‘The Raft’ strives in teaching us how simple it can be for our ambition to become our downfall.

For a film that proves unrelentingly misguided, ‘Our New President’ offers very few redeeming qualities. It is a miscellany of disinteresting acclamations devoid of any insight.

The opening half hour is all about the adrenal rush of planning and strategising a heist, but occasionally feels like an exercise in style over substance.