Jobson uses the inherent thrill of the hunt to pursue his concerns about the vast gulf between the haves and the have-nots, and the arrogant disconnect of those who view life as mere data on a screen.
A skint teenager realises his life may be on the line after entering into a deadly game of hide and seek.
The plots improve as Series 3 progresses, but it is not so much the complexities of the story lines that hold your attention as the personal idiosyncrasies of the characters.
Ex coppers solve shelved crimes with panache and old fashioned eccentricity.
The production design is fascinatingly intricate - the endless dimly lit corridors of the girls' flat are beutifully grubby and claustrophobic - and the music is aptly menacing.
Dumped by his girlfriend and seduced by his neighbours, John is beginning to lose his mind.
The Berwick Street Collective did not set out to make a by-the-numbers film and instead crafted a documentary that is experimental in form, and that strives to get at deeper truths about gender and labour inequalities.
A documentary about the campaign to unionise underpaid and victimised women who clean office blocks at night.
The use of handheld camera is more distracting than immersive and gives the film a dated air, while the script refuses to dig beyond surface accusations and hand-wringing about the state of society.
The lives of a wealthy married couple radically change in an instant. While the husband is in critical condition after an accident that occurred under strange circumstances, the wife tries to understand the situation and to salvage what she can.
While impressively warped dream logic often prevails, tension is completely absent as Freddy exudes none of the menace he used to; the emphasis is now firmly on pun-tastic entertainment.
A young woman with surprising powers takes on the dream killer.
The dialogue crackles with humour, while Brizzi - making an excellent directorial debut - handles several joyously unexpected sight gags with verve and style.
Sparky high school comedy romp in old school fashion.
More than 60 years after its initial release as a critical and commercial flop, The Night of the Hunter remains a brilliant oddity without equal.
A religious fanatic marries a gullible widow whose young children are reluctant to tell him where their real daddy hid $10,000 he'd stolen in a robbery.
Thayer's unrelenting impression of nails scraping down a blackboard meas that by the end of an hour and a half you'll be ready to kill Deb yourself if the zombies haven't.
When an awkward girl wakes up with a pretty boy, she soon finds herself rejected - until he realises they're in the middle of a zombie apocalypse.
Heredia is fresh and perfectly cast as the hyperactive rent boy and his vital energy really pushes the film along, making up for the fairly ordinary cinematography and shaky camera work.
A streetwalker roaming the streets of Buenos Aires meets long dead friends.
It reminds me of a series of auditions where actresses, lighting experts, choreographers and so on, all demonstrate their impeccable skills. What is totally lacking is any semblance of a film upon which to apply them.
A famous film director struggling for inspiration is torn between the influences of the different women in his life.
