Every film fan loves a good trailer. They can be the highlight of a disappointing cinema outing, and the best way to kill an otherwise dull lunch hour in front of the computer. Whether it’s a titillating teaser trailer or crammed full of split second drama and action, we love a good trailer. But we HATE a bad trailer. Why oh why do they let us in on a film’s biggest secrets and important twists before we’ve had the chance to look away? Here’s a look at some of the best, or rather worst, recent examples.

As a huge proportion of horror films become ever more identikit, gory and bland, it’s very easy to write off the whole genre as worthless. But we’re standing up and saying NO MORE! There’s gold in them thar pans of muddy shite, and we’re going to find it.

From the nervy world of stand up comedy to the bright lights of Hollywood, Simon Pegg has made quite a journey. Pre-empting a shaky critical reception of the soon-to-land Paul, we review the rise (soon to fall?) of everyone’s favourite supergeek.

Outstanding Contribution to British Cinema at the BAFTA awards to going to everyone’s favourite guilty pleasure- the Harry Potter films. We decided to celebrate this achievement by taking a trip down memory lane and working out what was so good, which bits were so bad and what on earth some of it was all about.

Ooh! This week’s award-winning short film has been hailed as the British Hellboy. Nice! Mark Macready and the Archangel Murders is influenced by The X-Files and The Naked Gun, and producer Ryan McDermott is now making a full-length very British Raiders of the Lost Ark. Buh-rilliant.

Look, I’m not going to waste your time or mine with so-called ‘words’; we both know what you’re here for. Proceed downwards, young one, and gorge yourself on mash-up.

We all like to pretend we have a sense of style, but if we’re honest all we really have is the swooning emulation of creatures we think are well awesome. We present our top 10 fashion icons of the film world, celebrating the trendsetters that forced us into the converse-and-pearls universe we inhabit today. Look on them, lowly mortals, and weep at how attractive you’re never going to be.

It’s a Friday! And you know what that means – it’s time to punish your liver for being such a bastard. If you don’t have solid evidence that your liver is a bastard, just take a leaf out of the Met’s book and assume that it is because at least one other liver somewhere, sometime, was. What about those goose livers, eh? Fat, lazy bumders. We hate livers almost as much as the police hate students! And there’s only one way to bring together those two very disparate loathings – a drinking game.

So it appears that Twitter possesses more than just the magical power to make narcissists imagine their universal relevance; apparently, the cyber cesspool of social networking can make you a film producer, too, whilst enabling indie-wunderkind Anthony Lane realise his pubescent dream of making a film that could prove as riveting as his live cam-feed – all for the smashing price of £10.

Vince Vaughn used to be a comedy god- up there with Ben Stiller, more marketable than Will Ferrell, less cheesy than Owen Wilson. But lately, we have realised that he is less comedy hits, more comedy misses and much less likeable on screen. Whatever has happened to everyone’s favourite funny man? We look at the rise and oh so calamitous fall of this fast talking, wedding crashing comedy supremo.