Terrence Malick is the subject of this week’s Cheat Sheet and with his film opening at Cannes to good/bad [delete as applicable] response we’ll be having a look at the reclusive visionary.

We bring you the top 10 best film heroines ever – female leads worthy of stealing Indy’s crown. No, not just the usual suspects – expect a surprise or two. We even bring you 6 female film leads who didn’t make it…

I know that look – that heady combination of disdain, boredom and just a little lust. You think you’ve got us sussed, don’t you? You think you know exactly what to expect from the mash-up. You think it’s all going to plan. Well, CHEESE! This Monday just got real. Brace your mother-tugging self…

Do you think Zack Snyder is a visual pioneer or just a big kid who likes a good fight? Whatever your opinions are it doesn’t matter! Because we have two highly stubborn gits to fight it out and sort out this Zack Snyder issue once and for all.

You’re here, which means you’ve made it through last week’s drinking game which also means you back for MOAR! Well, we shall give it to you, well Scott Pilgrim will give it to you actually. That sounds kind of dirty. A bit like the word Cummerbund. Anyway on to the game!

With Jake Gyllenhaal shoved in a holding cell all on his lonesome for a fair part of Source Code, sci-fi movies continue to love a loner. Let’s look at the those who believe that, unless they’re safely in another galaxy, other people can be just a little bit clingy.

When you think of film soundtracks what sort of names do you come up with? John Williams? Danny Elfman? Ennio Morricone, maybe? Well get with the times, guys! It’s all about the pop-star built soundtrack these days. Directors seem to be head hunting big name musicians – ever looking to fill their time in between throwing TV’s out of windows and stealing your girlfriends – to take over the musical reins of their films. They’re doing pretty well too.

For the nineteenth successive week, the greatest warriors of the mighty word-army which defends Best For Film Towers from ignorance, poor journalism and Peter Bradshaw have abandoned their posts and left the walls unguarded to gather in the Great Hall for a council of war. The enemy is not Iraq, Terror, Drugs or even HeyUGuys – it is the misery which strikes at the human heart when an Orange Wednesday ticket is wasted on a poor choice. They ask for nothing in return, and they do it all for you.

We know that you just can’t get enough of our UK Film Events blog, so here it is again! We have another cracking month of fun ahead. So if you like it down under, you think it’s downright grand, not grim up North, or you think actually it’s easy being green, you’ve come to the right place!

While legions of Britons celebrated the monarchical nuptials via half-price champers ‘n cucumber-sandwiched exercises in vicariousness, April 29th saw a dissenting faction hanging with the real royalty – in an evening enchanted by torture-porn vignettes, the virtues of Driller Killer(s) and a good ol’ 70s creepshow…