It’s not often you find a documentary that’s simultaneously fascinating, hilarious and downright road-based. This week, we present Jay Foreman and Paul Kendler’s creation: Unfinished London. Hiding actual learnings in proper good comedy – this is the future of education (we hope)

Wednesdays aren’t great, all things considered – the relaxation of last weekend has totally worn off, the prospect of Friday night is at least two days away and you can’t ever quite shake the knowledge that whatever happens, you will still die alone. Still, two for the price of one’s a bloody good offer, eh?

Over the next six weeks, Guardian Film (in association with Christian Aid) is launching six new documentaries about global poverty today. To open the series, we follow the life of a young gay man named Melvin, fighting homophobia as well as the AIDS epidemic in a very intolerable Kenya. It doesn’t make easy watching, but it’s vital stuff all the same.

Wes Craven: Two words that by their associative powers alone, can conjure inimitable phantasmagoric visions from which you cannot avert your eyes, but in the dead of sleepless night, so desperately wish you had. Whether it’s the snicker-snack of finger-knives or an Edvard Munchian bogeyman that threatens our dreams, it’s high-time that we got ourselves educated on the hand that wields them…

North West Five, is currently going to be screened at the Screentest Film Festival in London this month, and at the No Limits Film Festival in Sheffield next month, where it is nominated for Best Film and Best Cinematography. We get a sneek peak and quiz the director!

Do you know what would happen if we stopped producing a sweet dose of mash-up for you every Monday? Neither do we, but now we’ve started we’re afraid to stop in case some properly biblical shit goes down. This is probably how the Aztecs ended up ripping out the beating hearts of hundreds of their enemies every day – they weren’t sure it would appease Quetzlcoatl, the feathered serpent god, but they didn’t know what else it might be doing.

Friday has rolled around once again (legitimate booze time, yay!) which means it’s time for a Friday Face/Off. The meat thrown into the tiger pit today for our two eager writers to wrestle over is the contentious Period Drama genre. Do you adore Austen and go ecstatic for Eliot? Or does Pride and Prejudice make you want to punch Lizzie and the Bennets to the back of the 18th century? Well, decide what you will; this is what our scribes have to say…

If you love horror films and you have at least twenty-four hours to live, then there is absolutely nothing you should be doing more than reading (and subsequently adhering to) this itinerary. How else are you going to know what to watch at six thirty in the morning when you’ve just watched a zombie baby rip someone’s head open?

Full disclosure – we may have been a bit snide when we heard about veteran Page 3 girl Keeley Hazell’s first starring role (as herself) in short film Venus and the Sun. Quite snide, in fact. Well, if you want to see a contrite film site then this is the place to look – we met up with her for a chat about legends, Latin and learning a brand new trade, and it was simply lovely.

In many ways, film posters exist outside the tightly wrought bonds of grammar and punctuation. As stepping stones to another higher, inherently visual medium they do not have to conform to the petty linguistic scrabblings that the rest of us mere mortals cut our gums over. They can damn well do whatever they please; whatever it takes to get across their meaning. Except, of course, they obviously can’t. Obviously.