Dispatch from the BFI London Film Festival 2025

The standout films from the BFI London Film Festival 2025 were all from seasoned directors whose oeuvre could not be more distinguished from each other. From the rippling realism of Jafar Panahi’s It Was Just An Accident to Joachim Trier’s beautifully perceptive Sentimental Value, and Park Chan-wook’s darkly comic No Other Choice, I was whisked…

Film Review: ‘Sirât’, a Hypnotic Desert Odyssey

The 20-minute single shot opening sequence of director Oliver Laxe’s Sirât has the granular texture of a documentary – there is a palpable sense of the shimmering heat, the swirling dust of the vast desert, the colours dissolving into the horizon against the mountains at dusk and the clamour of a sea of bodies gyrating…

Godzilla Goes Green: Eco-Kaiju at the Barbican

Are kaiju our friends? It’s comforting to hope so, but it’s also naïve to assume that ostensibly benevolent kaiju like Mothra, Gamera, and even Godzilla itself (at certain times) personify mankind’s best interests. Throughout their 70 year and counting history, Japan’s silver screen giants have more steadily been portrayed as protectors of land – the…

The Sartorial Legacy of ‘My Beautiful Laundrette’ at 40

My Beautiful Laundrette, the Stephen Frears directed, Harif Kareshi-scripted film, came out in 1985. The film is – rightly – remembered as a boundary-pushing queer multi-racial love story, with the breakout star of Daniel Day-Lewis. But, with it back in cinemas for the fortieth anniversary this month, it’s a time to look again, and look…

The Best of Palestinian Cinema at the 2025 Amman Film Festival

Built across twelve hills and shaped by its uneven topography, Amman isn’t quite a metropolis, but a city in flux. Roman ruins stand beside concrete high-rises; traffic is a fact of life. Camps like Baqa’a and Marka, originally established after the 1967 war to shelter Palestinians displaced by the Israeli occupation, have evolved into semi-urbanized,…

The Story Behind Jean Cocteau’s Mysterious Horsemen

A cinematic self-portrait by an artist who relished in muddying the lines between poetry, painting, theatre and film, in Jean Cocteau’s own words, his final feature, Testament of Orpheus (1960), “is nothing other than a striptease act, gradually peeling away my body to reveal my naked soul.” Throughout the film appear the enigmatic horsemen, heavily…

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