"Burning Dog" is writer/director Trey Batchelor's feature-length, first-person, accidental passenger seat criminal conspiracy cut scene. It's an experimental whodunnit for the Twitch age. "Burning Dog" is a video game movie for those already resolute to watching somebody else navigate the game better than they can.

Tracy Ann Chapel’s “Cherzoso, The Silent Film” is a bite-sized pronouncement of the performative nature of womanhood, a state where silence is intrinsic.

“The Dalai Lama -- Scientist” is a refreshing bridge between the theological and scientific that harnesses the purity of that natural impulse to disassemble to see how something works. This documentary doesn’t stand up to scrutinising its parts, but his Holiness makes this experiment worth your while.

“Silent Panic” is a flawed, found body tale where the prospective impacts of reporting its discovery demolish friendships and the lives of those implicated.

"Human Capital" an expression of American class warfare. An amorality tale of the no-win situation for working-class people, when the wealthy throw money and superiority at the problem. Isolated, faced with the virus, this pill is all the more bitter to swallow.

The Terminator Series like The Godfather and The Godfather Part II before it, are burdened by staggering, genre and cinema redefining perfection. Every sequel blinded by servitude. The original Terminator, Sarah runs away from her destiny. In Judgement Day, Sarah embraces John and along with the T-800 rails against fate. The rest of the franchise, including Dark Fate, are frozen.

Writer/director Great Gerwig’s second film behind the lens is an utter delight. A formal joy, with a terrific cast in tune with the vision of a profoundly perceptive filmmaker.

“The Peanut Butter Falcon”, from writer/director pairing Tyler Nilson and Michael Schwartz, is a heartening tale of warts and all humanity of running from all that holds you back, into what you’ll hope will be your salvation. Contained within, is another jaw-dropping performance from the immensely talented Shia LaBeouf.

Writer/director and cinematographer Mizelle shows technical aptitude that significantly elevates this tale of morally bankrupt crooks preying on the dysfunctional relations of the wealthy.

This film is a Joker cosplay more than Joker. A cipher elevated to saviour by the disenfranchised and angry. It’s not only a bad joke, but it’s also a sad joke.

“Rambo: Last Blood” has the earnestness of a eulogy, and it lands like the most inappropriately hilarious roast. With every new outlandish death, laughter turned to cackling, turned to face hurting and tears. It almost registered the same sense of joy that the cowboys/Busby Berkeley musical brawl did at the end of Blazing Saddles.