STEAL presents itself as a high-stakes heist thriller — masked men, forced trades, billions vanishing in seconds — but the deeper it goes, the clearer it becomes that the robbery is almost incidental. What the series is really about is complicity. Not spectacle. Not mastermind theatrics. Complicity. The opening episode moves with
DUNKIRK is a war film that doesn’t roar — it compresses. It doesn’t sweep you up in speeches or patriotic crescendo. It tightens around your lungs. Christopher Nolan isn’t interested in hero mythology or tear-stained letters home. He’s interested in time as pressure, and what happens to
BOYCHOIR is a quiet, earnest film that knows exactly what kind of story it wants to tell—and, thankfully, doesn’t try to inflate itself into something grander than its own voice can sustain. It’s a coming-of-age drama built around discipline, grief, and the strange tenderness of collective sound,
SENTIMENTAL VALUE is a film that sneaks up on you — not with plot twists or grand revelations, but with emotional pressure that builds so quietly you don’t realize how deep it’s gone until something breaks. Joachim Trier isn’t interested in dramatic reconciliations or cinematic absolution. He’s
FIRST REFORMED is Paul Schrader at his most severe — a film that doesn’t argue its ideas so much as corner you with them. It’s less a drama than a vigil, stripped of comfort, stripped of ornament, stripped of the illusion that faith is meant to make life easier.
GOODFELLAS is Martin Scorsese at his most electric — a film that doesn’t just depict the American mob but immerses you in its rhythm, seduction, and eventual rot. It’s less a crime drama than a fever dream told by someone who lived fast enough to outrun the consequences… until
WILD TALES (RELATOS SALVAJES) is not a film about violence so much as it is a film about permission. Permission to snap, to retaliate, to stop performing civility when the social contract has already been broken—quietly, repeatedly, and with a stamp. Damián Szifron’s 2014 anthology doesn’t ask
GHOSTS OF BEIRUT is a geopolitical thriller wrapped in documentary skin, a series that blurs biography with espionage reconstruction until the whole thing feels like a haunted dossier. It’s stylish, cerebral, and uncomfortably intimate — a show obsessed not with firefights or bravado, but with the slow, invisible machinery of
NUREMBERG is a historical drama wrapped in prestige gloss, but beneath its immaculate surface is a film wrestling with a simple truth: we’ve been here before. The Holocaust has shaped some of cinema’s most devastating work, and any new entry into this terrain arrives with an impossible weight.
KILLING EVE is what happens when a spy thriller gets drunk on its own potential and decides to flirt, stab, seduce, reinvent itself, and then smirk at you while it burns the rulebook. Phoebe Waller-Bridge’s first season doesn’t just subvert the cat-and-mouse genre — it turns the whole dynamic
Some films announce themselves with force, and some slip in like a stranger sitting next to you on a train — unassuming at first, and then strangely impossible to shake. RENTAL FAMILY is the latter. It’s not loud, not aggressively quirky, not engineered for prestige season the way most actor-centric
MOBLAND is the kind of crime series that walks into the room wearing a perfectly tailored suit, orders a whiskey neat, and refuses to admit it’s recycling the same stories its uncles told twenty years ago. And yet — you watch it anyway, because the swagger is irresistible. Ronan Bennett