Its calculated incoherence doesn’t bode well for emotive impact but at least keeps viewers on their artistic toes.

Wizard of misery Ralph Fiennes goes to town on melancholia.

Fernanda Torres is the doggedly beating heart of grace under pressure.

Marianne Jean-Baptiste’s performance is so phenomenally horrible it hurts to watch.

In an inhuman hotbed of paranoia and dread, everyone is potentially capable of anything.

Pamela Anderson could have pulled this performance from her heart.

This desultory journey is so mesmeric that what matters most is how fantastical it looks.

More forbidding than chilling, the haunting of this house is a damning reflection of the people inside it.

The weight of Maria Callas’s sadness is the base note of director Pablo Larrain’s baroque Parisian settings.

Nicole Kidman’s Romy throws her whole, hungry self into a spin-out of physical and psychological nakedness.