Raindance Film Festival — A–Z of films

This Paraguayan thriller, featuring almost as many twists and turns as the market in which it is set, is a fast-moving, audience-pleaser with decent helpings of tension and black humour.

Bonke and Keofoed have crafted a compelling portrait that asks questions about the nature and inherent dangers of competition, ambition, sacrifice and commitment both on and off the dance floor.

This documentary attempts to piece together what happened - to solve the mystery, but also to speak up for Banaz as a person, since pretty much nobody did so when she was alive.

City Slacker plays its set up for breezy rom-com laughs against the backdrop of a carnivorous corporate banking culture.

Fawns completes the troika with a ringing emotional pop.

It is left for the viewer to decide, although by giving his documentary such a cabalistic title, it is clear where Carman stands.

The moments of satisfying personal drama and suspense are built slowly rather than thumped out with high intensity.

After the hard to swallow entrée and adagio, these variations do lead us to a satisfying coda.

This is cameraman as documenter, magician and stuntman rolled into one.

There are some tremendous bits of effects work, but the olláparo is mostly contrived of suggestion.

The requisite staples are undead and present and while tasty chutzpah abounds, ultimately the film doesn’t deliver a totally satisfying meal.

Tetsuhiko Nono’s remarkable Japanese indie debut signals him as a cine-literate writer and director of verve, invention and visual panache.