This month sees the release of Thatcher-fest The Iron Lady, much to the chagrin of David Cameron, and rather than being what we all want it to be – a cross between Robert Downey Jr. in Iron Man and Ted Hughes’ not-quite-as-good-as-Iron-Giant-but-still-pretty-good The Iron Woman – it is, in fact, another boring, by the numbers, Oscar hounding biopic, no different to any that have come before. Sigh, does the biopic genre show that the film industry is running out of ideas?

YOU. SHALL NOT. WATCH!

Aren’t they worried about all the swears?

A boy’s best friend is his Mirren…

Oh god, who’s going to play him? If it’s an American we’re going to strike.

We hope so.

Say what you like about Ray, there’s not a ritualised cultist murder in there…

Maybe Mike Myers could cameo? No?

Not to be confused with The Iron Lady. Seriously.

Expect a sweeping, dusty, realist account of Depression era America.