Baby Driver

Edgar takes Wright turn into traffic and delivers schoolboy’s fantasy, a carfully constructed crime caper with high-octane action but remarkably little beneath the hood. The Foxx and the Hamm vary their bossy roles while cleverly constructed long-shots, impressive choreographic synchronicity and occasional genre subversions keep the mph high despite superficiality.

Silence

Brilliantly shot, deeply religious ode to Kurosawa follows padawan learners on quest to find Qui Gone. Incredible emotional performances almost compensate for linguistic inconsistencies, especially Neepadre’s, which is beyond Por. Impressive lack of preachiness in picture about preaching and palpable passion sustain picture despite plodding pacing. Scorsese scores, albeit silently.

Southpaw

Everything goes wrong, including Gyllenhaal’s fighting, which is right. Tracks an unlikely hero who gets hit with every cliché before failing in his quest to gain custody of an Oscar. Fuqed up story goes south as it fails to land gut-punches and shows less heart than a taped-up punching bag.