Lies pile on lies in Asghar Farhadi’s devastating dissection of Tehrani upper-middle-class dissimulation, finds Philip Kemp.
The past is Old Hollywood, Phil Spector’s wall of sound, colonial escapades and the passions of youth in Miguel Gomes’ plaintive and dazzling movie odyssey, finds Trevor Johnston.
A bold evocation of the eras of both analogue sound and the Italian giallo, Peter Strickland’s Katalin Varga follow-up is smart, stylish, witty – and just a mite bloodless, finds Sam Davies.
Bart Layton’s beguiling investigative doc of a French cuckoo in a broken Texan home unpicks layers of deception and pain – and still leaves an unsolved enigma at its end, says Lisa Mullen.
Michelle Williams’s bohemian young wife itches for magic in Sarah Polley’s gauche but deeply bittersweet romantic fable.
Art and activism merge in Alison Klayman’s access-most-areas portrait of the formidable Chinese dissident.
