YOU WERE NEVER REALLY HERE
Joaquin Phoenix has had, to put it mildly, a wayward career. The highs of Walk the Line and Her. The lows of The Village and Mary Magdalene. The sheer and utter what-the-hell-was-that of I'm Not Here. It seems Phoenix is back to his best in You Were Never Really Here as a brooding ex-vet tracking down missing girls using whatever means necessary. Be warned: this looks brutal. But it's apparently worth it for Phoenix's performance. "Simply stupendous," wrote Peter Travers in Rolling Stone. "His performance is damn near flammable - dangerous if you get too close."
MATANGI/MAYA/M.I.A.
I still recall the thrill of hearing the pure pop blast of Sunshowers for the first time, and of having my mind blown by the coked-up noise terrorism of Bird Flu. Watching her climb on top of a speaker stack to deliver an unhinged Paper Planes remains one of my favourite Big Day Out memories. But in the age of celebrity saturation, who exactly M.I.A is remains a mystery. This documentary by Steve Loveridge tries to clear that up. "A treasure trove of intimate insights," wrote a Sight & Sound critic. I can't wait.