Where went our dreams of building a better tomorrow, asks Ken Loach (and friends)?
Sexual and divine love make ill-starred bedfellows in Cristian Mungiu’s measured and powerful monastery drama, says Nick Roddick.
Too slippery for its own good, this medical/corporate/sometime-erotic thriller is not the film with which Steven Soderbergh should hang up his boots, writes Trevor Johnston.
Italy’s Taviani brothers return with a triumphant rendition of Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar in a Roman prison, writes Philip Kemp.
Look afresh at Terrence Malick’s first contemporaneously set movie, writes Nick Pinkerton, and you’ll see gold in these visions.
Anurag Kashyap’s sprawling, scintillating gangster saga could be the international breakout that Indian cinema has been waiting for, writes Naman Ramachandran.
