I enjoyed Godland, a film in which a Danish priest is told to go to Iceland to build a church and loses his mind. It’s sort of a Scandi Heart of Darkness with starkly bleak-beautiful cinematography, a truly excellent performance from an Icelandic sheepdog, and a sense of material grit and grind that films rarely capture. Every crunching step on exposed scarp; cloying mud and spongy moss; the incessant blowing of the wind; the reassuring mass of hardy horses — the actors appear to be truly living in this place. Iceland here is profoundly harsh and inconstant, not at all where fragile priests should be. Currently available on the BBC’s iPlayer.