Ammonite

If many modern viewers have never heard of Anning, Ammonite does well to bring her story to their attention, and deservedly so.

Lee has, over his two films so far, proven a dab hand at teasing out unexpressed, furtive desires, depicting both the visceral emotions and gritty physicality of same-sex romance with empathy and an understated artistic flair.

It adds up to an expertly crafted film that nonetheless feels somewhat distanced and removed, like an exhibit under glass.

The overly orchestrated sex scenes often feel more intrusive than intimate.

A perfectly respectable, eminently professional slice of prestige arthouse.

Kate Winslet slowly illuminates Mary from the inside, passion fighting caution beneath that classically composed demeanour. It's one of the performances of her career.

Winslet and Ronan are excellent in roles in which dialogue is relatively sparse.

Ending the film on the silence between two lovers can be powerful, but in the case of Ammonite, it highlights how little Mary and Charlotte have to say to each other.

Winslet and Ronan are always a joy to watch, especially when they share a wordless moment together, as in one intimate scene where Charlotte dabs a little of her perfume on Mary while their eyes express their unspoken feelings.

Ammonite' is an essential viewing experience for ardent fans of Kate Winslet, as her portrayal is nothing short of extraordinary.