Mini-Review: "There is no beauty here, only death and decay." Gripping and remarkably well photographed - the contours, light, darkness, shadows... it all comes together. The voodoo scene with dancing, banging of drums and more manic dancing is breathtaking. Or as the mother puts it: "The drums, the chanting, the lights!"

Mini-Review: Wry, witty and wonderful. "The Royal Tenenbaums" works both as a series of impeccable, individual tableaux scenes and as a combined tapestry, where each human error compounds the next. It's an existential modern black comedy owing to Woody Allen - in its simultaneous celebration and paraphrasing of (highbrow) culture - but still very much its own. You sense Anderson's meticulous touch, but never feel smothered by it. All the actors do their thing. Also has The Best Sports Match Ever In a Movie.

Mini-Review: "If there is no God - would it really make a difference? Life would become understandable. What a relief. [...] Cruelty, loneliness and fear - all these things would be straightforward and transparent." Draped in Nykvist's beautifully balanced, remarkably symmetrical and constantly well-lit black & white shots and coupled with Bergman's trademark intellectual existentialism and some strong, natural and convincing performances, "Winter Light" is very close to perfection.

Mini-Review: A visual poem. Switching between partial and complete silence, whilst imbuing every colorful technicolor composition with a yearning for the unknown and for a past often only hinted at. A rare movie at once weirdly comfortable and uncomfortable in its own skin, its own celluloid. Just like Travis (the main character). One of the best reflections on loneliness and the search for forgiveness I've ever seen.

Mini-Review: A penthouse apartment in Manhattan, your own private jet and gigantic, several miles long wad of hundred dollar bills. THAT'S how money this is!