I always feel a bit weird in art galleries - sort of instantly tired and in need of a cigarette - but it's nothing compared to what the gorgeous Asia Argento has to endure in The Stendhal Syndrome.

She may be a hard-boiled policewoman, but every time she sets eyes on an Old Master, she goes distinctly wobbly and experiences full-blown hallucinations (including diving into Brueghel's Fall Of Icarus and kissing a weird-looking fish). It's probably fair to say that only Dario Argento would make a movie combining a skewed meditation on the power of art with the story of a hunt for a vicious serial rapist and killer (he might also be the only dad who'd put his own daughter through two extremely brutal rape scenes, but families can be odd).