Guru

Charisma is the whole engine here: Matt can hold a room, and the film is fascinated by what that talent does to the man wielding it. Built as a character study with a slow rot at its centre, it tracks the distance between the version of himself he sells to a crowd and whatever is coming apart underneath. The tagline warns you to beware your idols, and the two-hour runtime gives the descent room to breathe rather than rushing it to the bottom.

Best suited to viewers who like their drama uncomfortable and performance-driven, the kind who lean in when a confident man starts losing the plot. The pacing is deliberate, more accumulation than shock, and the tension comes from watching a facade hold on longer than it should. If you have an appetite for stories about influence, self-mythology, and the people who buy in, this is a compelling if unsettling watch. Come for the magnetism, stay for the wreckage.