
The Salt Line
A patient, furious film about inherited debt that earns every one of its 137 minutes.

Every film we have sat through, scored out of ten and argued about afterwards. No affiliate links, no star inflation, no press-junket access to protect.

A patient, furious film about inherited debt that earns every one of its 137 minutes.

Gorgeous, chilly hard science fiction that mistakes withholding for depth in its final third.

A first-rate opening half hour attached to a haunted-house film that has nothing of its own to say.

The warmest and most precisely observed film of the year, and the only one that made the whole room cry.

A warm, unreasonably charming buddy comedy about the two men keeping every sports club in the county solvent.

The sequel does the thing sequels almost never do: it finds a bigger story without losing the small one.

An ensemble drama about the people who hold small businesses up, told across three towns and one very Norwegian autumn.