Director: Victor Kossakovsky

Not the feminist reimagining of ‘Aquaman’ the title suggests, Russian director Kossakovsky’s globe-spanning documentary is as visually stunning as it is hard to quantify, being part travelogue, part abstract tone poem, and part disaster movie. There’s no conventional narrative as such, just awe-inspiring images of vast bodies of ice and water with a thundering soundtrack alongside an equally thundering musical accompaniment from cello-toting Finnish metal band Apocalyptica. It begins in icy Greenland with panoramic views of huge ice floes, before shifting south through Scotland, Russia, Portugal, and winding up in Angel Falls in Venezuela where the water has been transformed in to rainbow forming droplets. Captured in a crystal clear ninety-six frames a second, the film boasts some genuinely breathtaking sights – the most impressive a midway segment in Miami, Florida during Hurricane Irma (one of several ‘How did they do that?’ moments) – and deserves to be seen on the biggest screen (and heard on the best sound system) possible.