Northern Lights Film Festival — A–Z of films

Feels like one long trawl through the photo album of somebody else's holiday.

Hopkins marks himself out as a man of unique vision who isn't afraid to try something different to encourage an audience to think.

For the first hour, I was spellbound by its audacity, the thumbing at convention, and never knowing where it was going next.

Sawalha excels as the mouse who at least contemplates a roar as he tries to make a difference in the lives of his young audience.

Bernal proves to be a vibrant director, his swooping steadicam and queasy close-ups placing the viewer right in the middle of the party.

The film resembles a portrait in stillness, as the fate of the alleged victim is replaced in the mind of the audience by the reality of this other girl’s life.

A savage deconstruction of Thatcherite beliefs in family.

Some sections of the film feel like a soapbox for her to stand on, to proselytize her personal politics; to bolster her image as a radical poet.

The farmers are not in good condition. They look tired and their equipment looks exhausted.

This is clearly a labour of love.