The performances deal with the intricacies of this psychological thriller with great aplomb.

Mother Nature delivers the mother of all smackdowns in Everest – a film of flimsy tents and icy beards, where strong, confident and even cocky characters are reduced to barely functioning zombies on the edge of organ failure within a couple of hours.

M. Night Shyamalan (The Sixth Sense, The Village) is a filmmaker with a classic, precise eye, and making a pseudo documentary that’s supposed to look like children have shot it doesn’t seem like a great fit. That said, it seems to have freed him up to make something less cumbersome and tighter than his recent work.

Part verbatim theatre, part musical comedy, the hyper realism of the text (which includes the original “uhms” and “ahs”) mixed with the fantasy of song and dance is particularly mesmerising on screen.

A reminder that art can stop time, and that people will give up so much – even their own happiness – to search for its transcendence.

Bursting with the kind of personality you get when you hit casting gold, Tangerine is a giddy farce set in LA on Christmas Eve about a pair of transgender hookers.

An arresting fresco of the moral dilemmas at the commanding heights of modern day China. It’s also one of the most beautiful films of the year.

Pure biopic soap opera.

For all the wonderful access to its thoughtful and authentic subjects, it suffers from spreading itself too thin.

A heartfelt, unashamedly subjective take on love, parenthood and professional identity.