Cowboys. Aliens. Bond. Han. Indy, for that matter. The guy who made Iron Man. The guy who made Iron Man 2. (They’re the same guy, FYI.) COWBOYS. ALIENS. If this film were a razor, it would have twelve blades, an Unobtanium handle, a cloaking device and an attachment which provoked shuddering orgasm in every woman within two miles. For a frantic, unashamed wet dream of a film, it’s quite watchable.

Remember how The Inbetweeners was proper good because it was what actually happened to teenagers, rather than what TV told us happened to teenagers? Yeah. The Inbetweeners Movie is what films tell us happens to teenagers. But on holiday. Funny if you’re fifteen, frustrating if you’re not, it’s just a bit of a shame such a solid team threw away their USP in favour of SPF 15.

Anton Yelchin, Imogen Poots and David Tennant grab their stakes and stock up on holy water ready to do away with a vampiric Colin Farrell in Craig Gillespie’s re-imagining of of 1985’s Fright Night. Yes it’s another vampire film, yes it’s another remake and yes, Chrisopher Mintz-Plasse only has that one character, but come on, how often do you get to see Doctor Who in leather trousers?

Two young lads believe the rules of justice and vengeance are pretty simple. Their fathers are determined to make them see otherwise. Outstanding performances and beautiful cinematography make Susanne Bier’s In A Better World well worth seeing, though the all-encompassing barrage of mixed-up morality leaves you wondering what exactly she’s trying to say.

The Interrupters is one gang violence film that manages to avoid showing much in the way of gang violence. Set in areas of Chicago run by prominent local gangs renowned for fatal conflicts, the film captures a year in the lives of three “violence interrupters”, Ameena, Cobe and Eddie. They work for CeaseFire, an organisation which claims to treat violence as infectious diseases are treated: that is, to interrupt it at the source. Relevant much?

Remember that Jim Carrey film? The one where he’s a bad Dad? And then he’s eventually not? Because of some magic, or, like, hugging or something? Yeah. Mr Popper’s Penguins is that film. But the magic is the magic of PENGUINS, and when he hugs things, the things that he hugs are PENGUINS PENGUINS PENGUINS

The multitalented star of Mid-August Lunch returns with an equally funny and touching film which explores the frequently absurd complexities of male-female relationships and effortlessly skewers the concept of Berlusconi-era Italian machismo. This charming one man show is an unmitigated treat.

Nostalgic for the good old days of The Goonies and Close Encounters of the Third Kind? Never fret – JJ Abrams has written a love letter to Steven Spielberg that sprinkles the ‘only kids can truly understand’ formula with a dusting of real monster magic. Old-timers will breathe a sigh of relief, new bloods will wish they lived in a time when you biked to visit your friend just next door, fabrics came in seven hot variations of ‘mustard’ and cool kids had walkie talkies not iPhones.

The Smurfs 3D attempts to tackle the ultimate question: what DO you do when cuddly blue money-spinners get lodged in your toilet? It turns out the answer is: get self-referential, mother SMURFERS. Harmless, silly fun along the lines of Elf and Enchanted, Smurfs 3D does a fair job of appealing to humans big and small – but it does feel like everyone’s aware that this is fluff and nothing more. Nothing smurf? Smurfing more? You’ll pick it up.

The Colour of Pomegranates, Sergei Paradjanov’s tribute to Armenian poet Sayat Nova, is a deeply unconventional take on the traditional biography. Universally praised and widely held as a dreamlike masterpiece, naturally I’d never heard of it.