After Little Fockers it’s gonna take A LOT for us to trust him again.

This week saw us get our first glimpse of Meryl Streep as Margaret Thatcher in The Iron Lady, made almost unrecognisable (except as Margaret Thatcher, but we suspect that may have been the point) with coiffed hair, pearls and all. But the question is: should a film about such a divisive figure be made at all? And, what with the Susan Boyle biopic firmly in the works, how low is the bar being set for biopics?

As if it didn’t sound terrible enough.

That’s Charlie and Spike, if you hadn’t already guessed.

An unfunny, contrived attempt at indie realism with a deeply questionable morality lesson as its core. Warning: this film is not the knockabout Kick-Ass style comedy that the trailer markets it to be, it is in fact much, much worse.

Turns out once you’ve proved you can make shit loads of cash you can pretty much do anything.

Exciting stuff, but they still look kinda creepy.

So after a wet and blustery June and a less than tropical July, it looks like August is going to be no better. So, rather than delay the inevitable, best face facts now: that barbeque is staying in the shed, you’re not going to get a chance to wear that bikini and picnic food tastes rubbish when it’s covered in rain. However, last time we checked cinemas are all rain free! Huzzah! Here’s your pick of what’s to come next month!

Looks about the same…

Directed by the late David Hemmings, whose acting credits include Gladiator and Gangs Of New York, The Survivor is a tense, psychological horror, but one that raises more questions than it answers. Sometimes tense, sometimes scary, sometimes making no sense whatsoever, The Survivor is a captivating watch. Though I guarantee you’ll spend most of it baffled at how much Robert Powell and Jenny Agutter look alike.