Belfast
One might think that a film named after the capital of Northern Ireland and set in 1969 just as the Troubles were heating up wouldn’t give you the warm and fuzzies. Yet Kenneth Branagh’s semiautobiographical film does.
One might think that a film named after the capital of Northern Ireland and set in 1969 just as the Troubles were heating up wouldn’t give you the warm and fuzzies. Yet Kenneth Branagh’s semiautobiographical film does.
Steven Knight’s screenplay imagines Princess Diana at her breaking point while spending the Christmas holidays with the entire royal family, circa 1991.
Simon Rex’s performance is one of the most gratifying surprises of the year.
The New Yorker hailed Ferrante’s slender yet loaded novel as “a brutally frank novel of maternal ambivalence.” The same could be said of Maggie Gyllenhaal’s adaptation.
In his visually dazzling and exhilarating new film, Wes Anderson has concocted a buoyant bouillabaisse.
Jane Campion performs a seductive sleight of hand in her adaptation of American writer Thomas Savage’s 1967 shapeshifting novel.
One thing for sure, when watching the blood-splattered and blunt Titane, you never know where it’s heading. It plays by its own rules.
The award for the most intriguing one-off at the festival goes to this story of demonic possession and romance, mixed with devilishly dark satire.
Departing from a straightforward biopic, the filmmakers throw in a twist: Anne Frank's life is told from the perspective of Kitty, Anne’s imaginary friend to whom she wrote diary entries from 1942–44.