Wrongs, repaid with interest.
Caine, cold as anything
cult canon with a permanent afterlife
middling reviews, permanent affection; the revenge plot in its purest form
Tarantino as pure pastiche engine
the corridor, the ending
the talkier, sadder half
the trilogy's coldest
brutal, brilliantly staged
Tarantino's biggest hit
booed at Cannes; a formal object worth studying
lean, nasty, perfectly built
Ramsay's most compressed
divisive, and deliberately so
expensive, flopped, uncompromising
Panahi, made under a regime that jailed him
Aleshea Harris's debut, released with no fanfare and quietly extraordinary
