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It’s easy to throw a film like Pain and Glory into all sorts of boxes – boxes marked ‘self-portrait’, ‘self-indulgent’ and ‘love letter to cinema’ – but that would be to cheapen a beguiling...

Ray and Liz are not the stars of their namesake film. Their presences hang spectrally around the edges – never fully-realised, but omnipresent. Saturating his images in the subjective haze of memory,...