Movies

Smart and utterly original, although rough around the edges Another Earth is a film I thought about for weeks after it ended.

A film that feels lovingly authentic, it develops very much like a novel with little exposition and gorgeous reproductions of 18th century ships, it's a must-see for the period replication at the very least.

David Fincher knows how to create a lean and angry film that lasts almost three hours — chilly and removed, it's precision cuts deeply, it's twists and turns, violence, and threat are all effecting and sinister; but also a tragic reminder how sorely the second and third in the trilogy could use Fincher, Cronenweth, and Reznor.

A character study of a spook/custom arms manufacturer—part Cary Grant, part Jason Bourne—dealing with existential turmoil in Southern Europe; it's elegantly stylish and you can tell Anton Corbijn was a photographer before his turn directing: every shot is beautifully composed and each frame tells an entire story.

A film that changed so many people's lives, Drive is an experience — atmospheric direction, brooding underplayed performances, and thumping action, topped off by a perfect OST, it's a once-in-a-generation film where the stars align perfectly and something is produced that's far greater than it's soft-spoken, violent parts.