Have we done that joke before? We may have done that joke before.

Set over the only two days of the week we don’t despise, Weekend tracks a brief, fiercely intense romance that blossoms unexpectedly after a one-night stand. Lovely performances and canny direction elevates what could be a fairly slow-moving mumblecore flick into something quite special, presenting a refreshingly honest account of the joys and frustrations of sudden, deeply inconvenient passion.

Say what you like about the Big Society, we’re undoubtedly a nation built on Rowan Atkinson’s eyebrows. A paper-thin, utterly ridiculous and guiltily enjoyable romp through MI7’s most unlikely adventures – Johnny English Reborn would be nonsense if it weren’t in such safe hands.

Who was that masked man, anyway?

HAMMER! Wait, who?

It didn’t feel like Friday until this moment

When Trying Becomes Irrelevant

After the desolate wasteland of 2010 (The Crazies, and…?), 2011 has actually been a half decent year for horror movies: Kill List, Black Swan, Stake Land, Troll Hunter, Julia’s Eyes, Attack the Block (sort of), the first half of Insidious, the second half of Scream 4… But if early whisperings are to be believed, 2012 is going to be much better. LIST TIME.

Paul WS Anderson has committed the greatest act of cultural rape since Stephenie Meyer thought “Whitby and dogs are all very well, but none of it’s really sparkly enough…”. The Three Musketeers is plagiarised from so many disparate sources that I can scarcely keep up with them – unfortunately, however, Alexandre Dumas’ classic romance isn’t among them. This film is unforgivable.

Steven Soderbergh calls in a lot of favours for his all-star pandemic flick Contagion. By keeping hysteria to a minimum, upping the class-factor and refusing to pander to the tropes of the traditional catastrophe-buster, he’s produced a film that is as cold and clinical as the disease it follows. It’s certainly effective phobia-mongering, but it’s not exactly a great night out.