If you’re going to see one animated robot film this spring, check out The Wild Robot.

 I don’t know if I will ever get to watch Us and the Night again given its unique formatting and distribution, but it’s quite radically put my love of film into perspective.

The best part of the screening was the little black cupcakes that were handed out outside the cinema afterwards, almost like a little treat for slugging through the disappointment that was this movie. 

Bookworm is a delightful ride that offers the humour, heart and thrills of the best old-fashioned adventure films, while remaining grounded and character-driven. 

Timestalker tells the story of a woman named Agnes who keeps falling in love with the wrong man in several different time periods, after being continuously reincarnated.

A quietly ambitious work sure to attract allegations of pretension, Raven Jackson swings big in All Dirt Roads Taste of Salt.

With complex, figurative ideas, eccentric leading performances, and a tense atmosphere, Cuckoo leads with promise.

Like its idiosyncratic subject matter, DEVO is a poignantly hyperkinetic ninety-minute examination of rock music’s most misunderstood band.

All in all, Alien Romulus is a worthy - if conflicting - addition to the franchise.

If there was ever a flick to skip the popcorn on, it’s this one. Coralie Fargeat’s latest film, The Substance (2024), is a stomach-churning concoction of body horror and comedy that makes for an insanely monstrous watch.  

This film is a functional enough directorial start for Kravitz, but Blink Twice could have used a little more time in the oven.

I’m tempted to call this a modern Macbeth.

Peter Weir’s second feature The Cars That Ate Paris (1974) has an underlying power, and it’s both due to how raw it is as a cultural and industrial satire, and how much Peter Weir’s delicate emotional trademarks manage to bleed themselves into the expression of this bizarre premise.

Memoir of a Snail is an absolute triumph, cementing Elliot as a visionary and one of the best in his field.

It’d be easy to label Abiding Nowhere as tranquil and meditative, as it certainly is, but I still see so much of Ming-liang’s earlier passion present in the form of this late-stage mellowness.

Director Jane Schoenbrun impresses with I Saw The TV Glow - a horror flick which is only half-scary but full heartbreaking.

I think whatever qualms I have towards Grand Theft Hamlet’s artificial attempts at a heart-to-heart are outweighed by how organically and hilariously human the majority of the film is.

Whilst applaudable in its attempt to meld lycanthropy with modern-day political concerns, Blackout is a poignant character study hampered by heavy-handed exposition which renders its bark worse than its bite.

The result is a refreshingly modern and idiosyncratic film that feels almost antithetical to the filmic formula that the studio system often caters for, and left me excited that a filmmaker like Shyamalan is still exercising his creative hand in original and tonally ambitious ways. 

Colleen Hoover’s controversial smash hit novel, It Ends With Us, has just hit theatres in all its soapy Hallmark glory.