The Children Act, but about real people rather than cleverness. A suffocating study in bad faith.

Too much McEwan, and McEwanness, though of course Emma Thompson is superb regardless. And Rosie Cavaliero absolutely steals her scene as a social worker, with barely any dialogue.

Chilly portrait of a mentally ill artist who revels in his own sickness, with his preferred enablers. Oddly hilarious, and always gorgeous, despite all these repugnant details. Like a beautiful silk gown with the pins left in the seams, or a delicious omelette spiked with toxic mushrooms.

Giddily high-strung anti-capitalist love story. Just gorgeous from start to finish.