First, two of the comedies he wrote came out in quick succession to huge box-office takings, and now Tarantino’s invited him to star in a film. Michael Bacall is a lucky bastard, and we hate him for it.

It’s Friday and you want to ride along the fast-track to drunken oblivion. What better way to do it than with a bunch of films depicting people being even more debaucherous and moronic than you?

Combine a found-footage film style with a high-school party film and what do you get? The craziest, most destructive house party ever seen in cinema. It’s all a bit pointless, but it’s still pretty good fun.