With Romney taking on America’s no-good, tax-dodgin’, health-care expectin’ 47%, Mrs Michelle doing the majority of the sweet talking and everyone trying to figure out just what a ‘legitimate rape’ actually is, there’s never been a more perfect time for a slicing satire of the USA’s governmental boxing ring. The Campaign isn’t it, sadly. But who needs game-changing home truths when the dog from The Artist is being punched in the face?
It's that time of year again! The 13th Film 4 Frightfest is upon us, and promises all kinds of beautiful terror in its four day programme. From Geordie clown murderers to scalping Freud-botherers, from Cockney spade wavers to demonic mouth creepers - there's certainly no way whatever sick lust you have can't be satiated. But what should you start with? That's where we step in...
JAMES, YOUR SUITS GET SO DUSTY THESE DAYS
Admittedly, we're supposed to provide the answers rather than the questions...