Halle Berry and Alexandre Aja team up to take on a certain kind of evil lurking in the woods.

Francis Ford Coppola’s long awaited passion project finally arrives onscreen. Is this a messy masterpiece or just another Megaflopolis?

Does this English language remake from Blumhouse dare to go as dark as the harrowing Danish original?

So…a BEETLEJUICE sequel? No rational person would want it to be terrible or treat its arrival with the dread you would normally reserve after a 12 week scan confirms your partner to be pregnant with the Antichrist. Great news: as soon as the monochrome Warner Bros. logo has faded away and the unmistakeable Danny Elfman title theme kicks in, you can relax: we’re in safe hands.

Morfydd Clark and Matt Smith find themselves trapped in a pleasingly evocative and disturbing folk horror.

It all begins with an idea.

It all begins with an idea.

It all begins with an idea.

It all begins with an idea.

It all begins with an idea.

It all begins with an idea.

It all begins with an idea.

It all begins with an idea.

It all begins with an idea.

It all begins with an idea.

It all begins with an idea.

It all begins with an idea.

The otherwise familiar sight of American cityscapes is marred by plumes of black smoke pouring upwards into the sky. On the streets below, tanks sit stationary at the traffic lights, the highways are choked with abandoned cars, the shells of burnt-out helicopters lie in the middle of the JC Penney’s parking lot and the Wi-Fi keeps dropping out. Welcome to Alex Garland’s vision of a war-torn America where what once was a fantastical conceit seems disturbingly plausible through the writer/directors’ English lens, with his tale of a band of journalists and photographers travelling across a war torn dis-united states.