January’s crap. But London’s good, isn’t it? And films are ACE. What better way to cope with January than by seeing loads of films in London? Exactly. Fortunately, there are loads of people who really, really want you to do this – so much so that they’re doing, like, festivals and everything! Suddenly January’s not so bad aft- oh god, it’s raining again.

Ah, Valentine’s Day. Apart from very new couples who are still overdosing on saccharine, there really isn’t a single adult human – taken or unattached – who enjoys its enforced affection and awkward present-buying. Of course, the torture is worse if you know you’re planning to ditch your other half but still have to lavish them with contrived pseudo-love – and that’s where we come in…

Micmacs, or to give it its full French title, Micmacs à tire-larigot, is the sixth feature from French auteur Jean-Pierre Jeunet. A comic tale of revenge and the joy of personal expression, it’s a film that sits admirably alongside Jeunet’s previous iconoclastic offerings Amélie and Delicatessen. Fans of Jeunet will enjoy immersing themselves in the director’s trademark visual style and quirkiness while newcomers will come away hungry to check out more of his work.