Aah, hello old friend. It's lovely to see you again. Now then, where did I put my comedy bloodletting hat? What...? What do you mean, "I won't be needing that?"

This is not actually the old friend I was looking for. This bastard offspring is slightly more attractive and youthful at first glance and like Lindsay Lohan, it's not quite as impressive up close. It dresses better, but seems to be lacking a sense of humour. It knows where it…

A documentary can sometimes be a difficult project to pin down for a reviewer. Most documentaries, if we're honest, have a message for us - something the film-makers want to get across. Something that is apparently important (to the teller) enough not to regail as an imaginary tale. All documentaries are stories of one kind or another, just as made up films are, but reality is (usually) what separates them. There is artistic licences in many biopics, those true-ish tales…

I was hooked by the time the opening narration from Lester Burnham was over. As the camera tracks down the street where Joe Anybody lives in the comfortable, safe, predictable burbs of white, middle class America, we learn that this is the last year of Lester's life and from beyond the grave, he is going to tell you what he's learnt about just what life should really be about. Too late for Lester, but not for us.

American Beauty simply…

At some point, and I'm not sure exactly where, Tarantino lost his cool. It was hard to spot because it wasn't for long, but by the time Basterds came along after Deathproof had been and gone, it was a blessed relief, if not an actual proper return to form. Christoph Waltz was a gem of a find there and here too, Tarantino wisely utilises him as fully as he should.

A revenge/rescue tale told in the way only Tarantino really…