Adding to the growing list of art about tempestuous chefs in the trenches of the service industry, La Concina, within its stark black and white framing, speaks righteously to those of us disillusioned and chewed up by the gears of capitalistic greed.

In a movie pining to celebrate independent journalism, Kriv Stenders’ The Correspondent straddles the line between award-baiting sincerity and unsettling docudrama, managing to be both convincing in its need to exist but also unconvincing in its emotional execution.

For the scores of films claiming to be ‘anti-war’ films, Ray Mendoza’s and Alex Garland’s Warfare has a strong argument, not least because it is a film I don’t particularly want to experience a second time.

For over two hours, Coogler transfixes us, hypnotises us with the exuberant energy of black culture under fire from the social forces of Jim Crow-era Mississippi and the insatiable blood lust of vampires.

When the Iranian government decided the endeavour of making The Seed of the Scared Fig was worthy of sentencing it’s director, Mohammad Rasoulof, to 8 years in prison, the irony was that this was the kind of endorsement that makes the world take notice.

If there is an indulgence to Walter Salles’ I’m Still Here, it’s an indulgence of an emotional kind. Salles channels such intense love and empathy towards his character’s, he simply cannot bear to part with them until he must.