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It may only be the second iteration of the Irish Film Festival London, but despite its brief history the festival is already turning heads. Featuring some rather interesting pieces, this festival showcases some of the most well-received Irish films from the last year. Irish film-making is very much alive and present. The festival commences this Wednesday, 21st November 2012. Here are some of the highlights

Following the pitch-black Dogtooth, Yorgos Lanthimos draws back the curtain on some more theatre of the absurd with Alps. A group of people offer an unusual service, replacing deceased family and friends in an effort to ease the mourning process. When one of them takes her position too far, things start to get messy. Slow, deadpan and unflinchingly weird, Alps is cut from the same cloth as Dogtooth, but lacks any real bite.

“That’s a load of Bullocks!” – person who doesn’t like Sandra Bullock films

I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know something about vampires I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know please please make it stop why why why why why why I don’t know I don’t know CGI devil baby no no no no no no no werewolves why why why oh god make it stop.

Punch, punch, Tom Cruise, punch, snappy one-liner, punch, Werner Herzog, Tom Cruise, punch…

Illusions, Michael (Caine)!

The force is strong with Colin Trevorrow, but Brad Bird’s gone and flown away.

We have wondered for quite some time now if the world is just completely drunk. It makes no sense otherwise that a completely crappy book pushing Mormonism down people’s throats..

I, Anna features tremendous performances by its leads, but this is not enough to sustain the viewer through a lackadaisical and uninteresting plot. Initially intriguing but ultimately forgettable, the film is never as thrilling, meaningful or insightful as it would like to be. Although it calls itself Film Noir, I, Anna is somewhere closer to beige.