Paul Giamatti does his best not to explode his face from screaming alone; fails.

Like a resounding fist-bump cementing a job well done, police drama End of Watch is a testosterone-fuelled ride-along through L.A.’s crime-ridden south central district. Proving that sometimes a film doesn’t need to be more than the sum of its parts, Jake Gyllenhaal and Michael Peña showcase an infectious chemistry that papers over some noticeable cracks, and confirm there’s life in the Academy yet.

No-one’s saying that video games have surpassed Hollywood’s best efforts *cough*, but a few years ago we were gifted a look at cinema-as-game and the result was eye-watering in its glory. It’s time for Best For Film’s Favourite Flicks, and we’re making a case for Crank as the greatest action film of the modern era. All because it’s really a video game.

Watching Gamer is a bit like trying to play Grant Theft Auto when drunk; you know very vaguely that there’s a story you should care about, but all that really matters is that things are getting blown up, big style. If there was a coherent point to Gamer, we couldn’t find it.