Multiple award-winning The Big Thing is a witty little take on the story of Adam and Eve and thanks to a chance meeting in 18th century Paris it has possibly the most lush production values in short film history. Peruse it now!

Here we all are again. It’s easily done – you think you can just say no next week, busy yourself on IMDb and forget the mash-up… but everyone comes crawling back.

I’m betting you’ve looked at some of the film posters adorned on the tube escalators and thought, what the fraggle rock is this? You think you can do better? Of course you can, because movie posters are an excuse to dredge up the most tired old formats and situations they can find. I’m going to gently guide you through the most notorious clichés of the movie poster. Teal and orange, wacky jostling, quirkie indie writing…it’s all here.

The humble comic book has given us some of the most iconic characters of the past century: caped-crusaders, garish Amazonian princesses, angst ridden mutants and radioactive people of all varieties have infiltrated the popular culture. But sadly not all adaptations quite live up to their two dimensional counterparts, and today we sort the wheat from the needlessly scanty PVC. Be aware that I had to re-watch a lot of these before writing this; I suffer for my work.

This week, we look at funny man Owen Wilson. Is he laugh out loud brilliant, or an irritating, over-rated lad in need of a nose job? Should he and the rest of the ‘Frat Pack’ stop hurting our eyes and affronting our senses, or do they deserve awards for out of the box originality? The defence and prosecution have their say.

Some books – anything by Roald Dahl, DIY safety manuals, Katie And Peter: The Sweet Release Of Death – were never meant for the transition to the big screen. And we salute them for that – heck, Katie and Peter are far too camera-shy anyway, bless them. But some literary classics are just crying out for a blockbusting re-vamp, and like Gok Wan to a nation of slop-shouldered, emotionally fragile women, we are here to loudly point at what needs to go where.

For those that are tired of lining the pockets of faceless, charmless McCinemas, and perhaps would like to watch a movie with other film-lovers – as opposed to throngs of yammering, popcorn-chucking oiks – then an independent cinema is the option you need to be poking your nose into. The UK has a proud history of these fine establishments, but they’re under threat from the evil corporate monsters that shall not be named. This week we look at the Rich Mix in Shoreditch.

Mel Gibson used to be Hollywood’s golden boy. I used to believe everything would turn out okay. Things change, is what I’m trying to say.

You may recall that, in the antique nursery rhyme, Solomon Grundy was married on a Wednesday. We don’t particularly trust anyone who’d get married when they could be seeing FILMS for HALF FREE, to be honest. Plus he never leaves us nice comments. Solomon Grundy is, we must conclude, something of a tosser – if you aren’t, read this lovely blog!

As a huge proportion of horror films become ever more identikit, gory and bland, it’s very easy to write off the whole genre as worthless. But we’re standing up and saying NO MORE! There’s gold in them thar pans of muddy shite, and we’re going to find it.