Stephen King films are like buses. You wait ages for one, and then two come at once. After the lacklustre reception to The Dark Tower, it comes down to the other to prove that King still has it in him to chill us. Lucky for him, that this next film

By Last Caress. Red begins early in the morning. So early, it's really still late the previous night. A man awakes with a start, as if from a nightmare, seconds before his alarm sounds. He quickly readies himself and exits his spartan single-room apartment. Elsewhere, a couple stagger to their hotel

Orla Smith. Nazo Dharejo's story is extraordinary. It's standard for films based on true stories to end with title cards that tell the audience what happened next. I was more moved reading that text at the end of My Pure Land than I was throughout the whole of the rest of the