Why is this movie?

Maybe The Voice of Hind Rajab is the cudgel we need right now?

Two Prosecutors is the latest “fiction” feature to reflect our current reality back at us.

Longman Leung’s Cold War 1994 is the best Cold War movie, maybe until 1995.

You can’t accuse Óliver Laxe of lacking the courage of his narrative convictions when it comes to Sirāt.

Now this… We’re Nothing at All is the Herman Yau we’ve all come to know and love.

The Secret Agent is a demanding watch, but it’s also a really, really rewarding one.

If this were the 2010, Maggie Gyllenhaal’s The Bride! would rate a hearty "Yass Queen!”

It’s blue-grey. It’s techy-forward. It’s bloody paranoid. It’s Zhang Yimou banging the drum in Scare Out.

A bit more camp and less Sydney Sweeney being toted around like a knapsack and The Housemaid could be a kinky pleasure.

Black Showman is exhausting and exasperating.

It Was Just an Accident director Jafar Panahi will not shut up, and that’s a good thing.

Put simply One Battle After Another is great shit and deserves every inch of its IMAX space.

The Ugly has got to be one of the most frustrating films of the year so far.

If ever there were a time to really just stick with the procedural stuff, it’s in Relay.

Exit 8, strangely, is not about getting lost in the Tokyo subway, a horror all its own.

Malice would be a better movie for the questions it doesn’t ask.

Haunted Mountains: The Yellow Taboo makes the urban legend shocker an official sub-genre.

“I know” is the key element in the latest legacy sequel I Know What You Did Last Summer, but gentle.

28 Years Later is not the zombie movie you’re expecting. That’s good.