Regina (Ashley De Grandy, 2025)

Setting aside the mild controversy regarding the nomenclature confusion surrounding Twin Peaks: The Return, David Lynch's final feature film was the digitally-shot Inland Empire, a byzantine work somewhat reductively billed as "a mystery about a woman in trouble".  This same description could also apply to both Lynch's previous film, Mulholland Drive, and Ashley De Grandy’s debut feature, Regina, a movie for which Inland Empire appears to serve as a key reference point.  It feels oddly apt that the tail end of David Lynch's career in cinema provides a template of sorts for a film that heralds the arrival of an exciting new talent.

On a superficial level, Regina could be distilled to "a woman searching for her cat", as the title character (Isabella Bobadilla) scours the neighbourhood for the moggy she hasn't seen for quite some time.  Regina is aided in this quest by her good friend Daisy (Loren Swan), and the pair plaster the streets with posters appealing for the return of the missing pet.  So far, so linear, but, as with Inland Empire, Regina eventually reaches a tipping point where the narrative splinters into a cluster of jagged fragments, and Regina, like Laura Dern's Nikki in Lynch's film, finds herself in a terrifying twilight world in which little is recognisable.

Also as with Inland Empire, Regina is a film in which prostitution plays a murky role, and Regina finds herself an unwilling participant in a seedy arrangement presided over by her mother (musician Roxana Frontini).  As Regina's life disintegrates further, the hunt for her cat is largely erased from both her and the viewer's memories; while it's not clear if the feline even existed in the first place, it's pretty obvious that the search for it is nothing more than a MacGuffin that sets up the title character's nightmarish ordeal.  As reality bends and warps, Ashley De Grandy deftly steers this ambitious film through its choppy, elliptical back half.

With its depiction of the horrors that lie beneath the sun-dappled surface, Regina, which premiered at the 2025 Raindance Film Festival, is instantly identifiable as being influenced by the work of David Lynch, yet this is no mere pastiche (in terms of homage, another film that debuted at the same festival, Saturnalia, sailed much closer to the wind as it mimicked the work of Dario Argento).  De Grandy has injected enough of her own filmmaking personality into Regina to elevate it beyond an ersatz Lynch, and she's helped by a brave, confident turn from Bobadilla, who glues the film together as Regina's sanity unravels.

Darren Arnold

Images: Raindance

The Treasury of Human Inheritance (A. K. Mitchell, 2024)

Treasury of Human Inheritance, a series published from 1909 to 1958, represents an important milestone in the history of genetics.  This project—co-published as Eugenics Laboratory Memoirs, which, even more confusingly, also served as Treasury's parent publication for a time—was overseen by Karl Pearson, a leading biostatistician and eugenicist.  Treasury of Human Inheritance sought to compile and analyse family pedigrees in order to illustrate the inheritance of physical and mental diseases in humans; the initiative sprang from of a need for hard empirical evidence to support studies in heredity.

During the first half of the twentieth century, access to such information was very limited, and Pearson's object was to standardise the data collected.  Treasury's evolution into an independent series reflected the growing emphasis on, and appetite for, genetic research.  However, Treasury—as the title of its sometime sister journal makes clear—is also bound to the murky field of eugenics, a sub-Darwinian belief system that aims to improve the human gene pool via selective breeding.  Nowadays, eugenics is rightly debunked, but the import attached to Treasury is a reminder that this outré theory was once considered a credible one.

For all its experimental form, Alexis Kyle Mitchell's film The Treasury of Human Inheritance—note the subtle use of the definite article, which is very handy when it comes to differentiating the movie from its near-namesake periodical—is an intensely personal work centring on myotonic dystrophy (DM), a hereditary muscle-wasting genetic disorder whose potency increases as it is passed on.  Via a dissonant combination of home movies, Zoom calls, and footage of derelict buildings, Canadian artist Mitchell poignantly depicts the ravages of this disease, which has affected three generations of the filmmaker's family.

The film is propelled along by a throbbing synth soundtrack which, as per Mitchell's stated intention, approximates particular patterns of genetic conditions.  This approach to sound design adds a haptic, visceral element to the work that complements the tactile 16mm cinematography; as much as Mitchell's film provides real insight into life with DM, it is also an experience, and a highly sensorial one at that.  The Treasury of Human Inheritance is a peculiar nexus of art and science, one which confronts the stark realities of disease, death and dying—not as alien concepts, but rather as integral aspects of the human condition.

Darren Arnold

Image: BFI

My Stolen Planet (Farahnaz Sharifi, 2024)

The Iranian revolution of 1979 led to the overthrow of the Shah's monarchy and the return from exile of Ruhollah Khomeini.  The insurrection marked a significant watershed for Iran, one which saw the start of both the Islamic Republic and Khomeini's decade-long stint as premier.  As the 1980s dawned, Iran's efforts to install a new political system based on Islamic principles caused fractious relations with other countries, particularly the US, with the Iran hostage crisis—a standoff that actually began before the official commencement of Khomeini's tenure—resulting in real diplomatic strain between the two nations.

The shadow of the revolution palpably hangs over essay film My Stolen Planet, which tracks the life of its Iranian maker, Farahnaz Sharifi, who was born in 1979.  The accident of Sharifi's birth year is largely what drives My Stolen Planet, as she recounts how her experience of pre-revolution Iran is limited to secondhand stories and distressed film reels (more on those later).  Through candid footage, we witness the duality of daily life in Tehran, where private freedom is juxtaposed with public oppression.  Part diary, part political commentary, My Stolen Planet is very much about memory, both individual and collective.

Sharifi's tale is one of curiosity and discovery as she navigates the intricacies of her identity in a society where questions are, in the main, neither welcomed nor valued.  She obsessively collects strangers' 8mm home movies—featuring birthday parties and so on—in the process assembling a collage of yesteryear that conveys an image of a quite different Iran.  Poignant excerpts from these films form the emotional core of My Stolen Planet, and the end credits include an appeal to help identify those featured; Sharifi laments how so many treasured recordings ended up discarded by owners fearful of the post-revolution government.

Yet it is these old films that allow the director to form a connection to the past, and she uses them to fill in the blanks of her own life, finding a commonality between herself and these ghosts.  My Stolen Planet may be steeped in a Resnaisian obsession with the Before Times, but it still has room for more recent events—such as Sharifi's mother's fight against Alzheimer's disease, and the civil unrest that followed the 2022 killing of Mahsa Amini, both of which, in very different ways, underline the great importance of remembering.  Amini's death inspired the title track of Waddinxveen band Within Temptation's Bleed Out, a song which, like Sharifi's film, is a quite unique meditation on identity, freedom and memory.

Darren Arnold

Images: BFI