Isabelle Huppert’s masterful turn in Elle, Paul Verhoeven’s latest skewering of middle-class concerns, is let down by a psychosexual bent with no convincing basis.

In examining Australian society via a heinous true crime, Joe Cinque’s Consolation forces us to look at ourselves.

Director Ben Wheatley is too faithful to J. G. Ballard’s simplistic prose in High-Rise, missing the opportunity to refine its class politics for the present day.

The reboot of Ghostbusters stifles a group of fine comic actresses with an unadventurous script.

Queen of the Desert plays it safe and fails the story of Gertrude Bell, the pioneering woman who guided the British during the emergence of the modern Middle East.

In trying to be everything to everyone, the emasculated thriller Bastille Day typifies the fearful filmmaking of our time.

As a maker of documentaries, Michael Moore has already formed an opinion, ruining any chance for insight.

Stephen Page’s feature film debut, Spear, presents an all-too-rare onscreen examination of Aboriginal masculinity.

After Carol’s tender yet suffocating tale of sexual repression, comes Lenny Abrahamson’s emotionally dishonest Room.