For years Katalin kept quiet that she was raped and that her son Orban is the son of a rapist. When the secret leaks out she is ostracised by her village and dumped by her husband and now enigmatically she wanders the Carpathian Mountains, with Orban in tow. This moody revenge feature, shot over years by director Peter Strickland on a minimal budget, continually keeps you guessing as its plot and morality unfold.

Once you get over yourself and accept that that Welsh accent tumbling from Tom Hardy’s handsome pie hole is actually pretty spot on, you can buckle up and fly right alongside construction worker Ivan Locke (played by TH), as he navigates the s-bends of the sum parts of his existence, from the confines of his BMW X5, while in transit to his future one. Locke’s pathological wont to “do the right thing” drives the eerily tense and compelling narrative. The M6 is excellent find out more...

The death of a fellow guest in a hotel deep in the Sahara allows a world weary journalist, Nicholson, to switch identity. Gradually as he follows the trail of his new personality he discovers that the guy was no ordinary businessman but an international arms dealer. The movie, though, is less about plot than a haunting languid atmosphere which moves from the desert to London, Munich, Barcelona and the Catalan countryside. The best of Antonioni's three English-language pictures; this, Blow-Up find out more...