Some days we genuinely don’t know why we bother.

Studio Ghibli has done it again. Arrietty, inspired by the Borrowers novels of Mary Norton, is an incomparably beautiful story which effortlessly draws the viewer into a rarified world where a bay leaf makes a decent raincoat and cockroaches are the size of (shiny, aggressive and antennaed) Shetland ponies. Delicate, thoughtful and visually unmatched by almost anything we can think of, this is a very special film indeed.

Being harassed by Burmese officials? That’s some pretty impressive method preparation…

Watch out for the foot…

With just a few weeks to go until the release of Super 8, we really need to pick up the pace if we’re going to crack the monster mystery. So, like monster hunters including Gabriel Van Helsing and Allan Quatermain (and possibly some who aren’t from dire fantasy films), we’ve headed to Paris in search of THE CREATURE…

Just pretend you don’t know what an America is.

James Bond and Evey O’Connell? Their kids are going to be bad. ASS.

If this film had come out three or four years ago, it almost certainly would have sunk Martin Freeman’s career without trace – and even as it stands, he’d better hope Peter Jackson never gets wind of it. Crude, unfunny, technically negligible and featuring an unforgivable scene starring Mandy Moore and a cucumber, this is the worst British ‘comedy’ in years.

Yes, that is indeed Martin Kemp.

Why doesn’t Lara have a surname?