TOKEN!

Cheers to a new year and another chance for us to get it right.  ~Oprah Winfrey

As verbose as she is disgustingly rich, big mama O states the glaringly obvious and so must I. 
So as another year draws to its close it's time for the age old tradition of recapping the best and worst of the films to hit our cinema screens in 2011 through my favourite medium: a ham-fisted, thrown-together,rapid review.


And a sure as I am that Santa has type 2 diabetes, i realise my loyal readership MUST be desperately awaiting my rankings for 2011. Alas, wait ye no more more loyal readership (Dad) for below I bestoweth my views-eth...

1. Drive

Literally what it says on the tin. Just like a sexy Ronseal.

Drive follows the stoic stunt driver, played by Ryan Gosling, as he finds himself drawn into a role of murder, corruption and deception. A minimalist role in some respects (he says approx. 30 lines the entire film) Gosling still pulls off a stellar performance as the silent hero of the film. On-screen chemistry with co-star Carey Mulligan is palpable, particularly in the elevator scene - well until things get, somewhat gruesome. But HEY in the words of Dean Martin - that's amore.
 
Soundtrack is also beastly - and I do NOT use that term loosely.

 2. Midnight in Paris

Nothing says Paris like Marion Cotillard and a chap with a prominent shnozz

"I wish we hadn't seen it already so we could watch it again," was the response of my mother dearest this festive season (apparently unfamiliar with the widely-known theory that DVDs are in fact re-watchable). 

Alas, Renee makes a good point. This latest offering from Woody Allen is a right cockle-warmer; charming as it is absurd. The plot of Midnight in Paris follows the token pathetic Allen protagonist, Gil (Owen Wilson), as he struggles with notions of self-doubt and the unbearable malaise of a family vacation in one of the most artistic cities in the world. That is until a midnight stroll leads him into the company of his literary and artistic heroes, from Hemingway to Dali. 
Warm, funny and wickedly lavish this is not to be missed.

NB: Not one for those with a heightened desire for realism. SILLY ALERT!

3. We Need to Talk About Kevin

Spot the odd one out.....PSYCHE!!! there isn't one.

And on the polar opposite end of the "silly spectrum" is Lynne Ramsay's film adaptation of Lionel Shriver's hit novel We Need to Talk About Kevin. 

This harrowing tale of a mother struggling with day-to-day survival in the aftermath of her son's murderous rampage through his high school is as unsettling as it is enthralling. Superb performances from Tilda Swinton as the mother, and newcomer, Ezra Miller as teenage Kevin, make bring to life a story that has gripped the attention of readers worldwide. 

Ramsay's stark use of white and the colour red, combined with just the right degree of hinting at the grotesque to set your mind racing, resulting in a film that could be as easily categorized in the horror genre as thriller. 

Unsettling is an understatement.

 4. The Guard

The staring competition between Cheadle and Gleeson brought in audiences in their tens.

2011 wasn't all doom and bloody-murderous-gloom, as discovered upon watching comedy detective romp, The Guard. Anyone who's seen In Bruges will be well aware of Brendan Gleeson's comedic ability, and Don Cheadle...well he's OK too. The story is as ridiculous as an international drug-smuggling ring based in a sleepy Irish town sounds. However, Gleeson alone provides genuine LOLs as the unorhtodox detective with a wickedly sarcastic sense of humour and a penchant for prostitutes.
Nuff said.

5. Submarine

AWKWARD FAMILY PHOTOS

I could ramble on about my love of quick-witted, Welsh-set comedy, Submarine, but guess what - I'VE ALREADY BLOGGED ABOUT THIS! 

Check it out here: SUBMARINE BLOG!

As for the flops of 2011, quite frankly I dare not dignify them with more than a one-line put down, so my bottom few of 2011 are:

1. One Day

Nice specs Hathaway. No really.

I'd like one day to go by where I don't boke at the thought of this rancid flick.

2. Breaking Dawn

Smuggery at its finest.

Boring audiences at break-neck speeds.

3. The Rum Diary

No, Depp. Just no.

Turning Thompson into Carry On and Depp into a caricature in one foul swoop - and BOY to I mean foul.

Finally, so as not to leave a bitter taste in your 2011 mouth, here are my suggested top swatches for 2012!


1. Dark Knight Rises:




2. The Artist:




3. The Woman in Black:


4. The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey:

HERE'S CARLIN!

Just when you thought I was gone, offline and out of the blogosphere after a three week hiatus I show up again, lingering all over your interwebs with the threatening presence of the friendly neighbourhood "spesh".

Just call me Boo.

The reason for my untimely absence is I recently went and got me wan a they joabs - i do believe it's referred to as "full-time employment" which takes up more time than you'd imagine.

So here's what on the Carlin Agenda of What to Discuss this week:

Film: The Beaver

Gibson and his beaver: inseparable

Some of you may recall a past blog dedicated this cinematic masterpiece, Mel Gibson's latest ground-breaking movie venture, The Beaver.

This heart-warming (and LOL-evoking) emotional roller coaster follows the demise of a man at the very cusp of breakdown, that is until he finds his voice through a beaver hand-puppet.

FOR REALZ.

Needless to say this hotly anticipated offering is tipped as a "Must See" for a number of reasons: seeing Mel losing his marbles on-screen (sailing close to the wind there - guaranteed cringe), the murmurings that there is in fact some heart-felt warmth to this film and, most importantly, sniggering at the constant references to the word beaver.

TV: Angry Boys

If you don't laugh at this you're a flamin' gallah. Fact.

The latest offering from Aussie funny-man Chris Lilley will probably spark as many disapproving looks as it will genuine ROFLs - the really good, guilt-infused childish sniggers that come only with laughing at something so utterly un-PC you almost forget that some of it could be classed as casual racism and instead find yourself asking if it's REALLY that bad anyway.

Staying true to Summer Heights High form of no-holds-barred *ahem* colourful characters, he's certainly not lost the comic touch with new mockumentary, Angry Boys.

With characters ranging from twin brothers Nathan and Daniel, one of whom is deaf and a few clubs short of a full pack, Gran a straight-talking, guinea-pig loving prison warden at a young offenders institutions who's favourite pass-time is playing "gotcha"s on the boys in her custody (brilliant) and African American rapper S. Mouse - no comment necessary.

Gran, warm and fuzzy and utterly nucking futs

S. Mouse (Yes. This is really happening.)

Guaranteed laughs, this is mockumentary at it's finest.

Offensive, borderline inappropriate and uncomfortable at points.

Just makes good telly, innit.



The Beaver is at cinemas nationwide from June 17

Angry Boys begins tonight on BBC3 at 22.40

HONEY, I'M HOME!

GFT 1960 (Sorry guys - you're about 40 years too early)

We're through the looking glass people. Yesterday I was granted a key.

"Pray do tell Carlin, a key to WHAT?" I hear you cry. And so I take a deep breath and my heart swells with pride as I regally announce: "WHY, A KEY TO THE GFT!"

And with this the crowds break out into cheer, streamers are thrown, couples embrace, mothers tell their children "note this day, for you shall remember it forever" and a gold statuette is erected in my honour...

Too far?

Somewhat of an over-dramatisation: there were no cries of joy, streamers or gold erections (dare you to click that link) - but i still got a key.

I started my role as a Film Festival Assistant yesterday at the Glasgow Film Theatre, home of quality international cinema and Glaswegian institution - I couldn't be more chuffed.

And it's even better than just being allowed inside the building - I also get an insider's view of how the GFT is run and how festivals come together, not to mention working with all the lovely folks that MAKE THINGS HAPPEN - including the delightful Claire aka brainchild behind uber-cool events company In The Company of Wolves.

PLUS I'm working on a prrrrrrretty cool project to boot. Basically, I'm working with Festival Director extraodinaire Seonaid to get a couple of successful films from this year's Glasgow Film Festival commissioned at other International Festivals. Fun? YES. Even better, what sets these films apart is they've both been re-scored by up and coming British musical acts. Let me tell you some more:

Dramatic readings of the latest Jackie Collins always draws in a crowd

F W Murnau's epic cinematic portrayal of Faust tells the tale of a wager between God and Satan to tempt a learned alchemist into selling his soul. That's the short version of this 1926 silent classic. Now take this incredible story and images and set it against a new semi-classical score for string quintet and electronics by Scottish music producer and DJ, Alex Smoke.

Alex Smoke. Trippy

Featuring the Scottish Ensemble performing the classical elements of the score and a multitude of electronics weaving in hidden references and meaning.

Outstanding.

The second film, for all you sci-fi lovers out there (hey Dad), is Douglas Trumbull's 1972 classic, Silent Running.

What? No, I don't have this poster above my bed...*blushes*

Bruce Dern plays the sole crew member of a spaceship harbouring Earth's last nature reserves. Accompanied only by three robots, he ponders the fate of his last pocket of nature and the deaths of his fellow crew members in this far-looking (and highly entertaining) speculative film.
What could make this masterpiece even more desirable? Why, a post-rock alternative/experimental rock sound track of course, courtesy of alt rock outfit 65daysofstatic.

I get this a lot. Just ignore them and they'll go away.

 This band use keyboards, drum samples, angry post-rock guitars and gritty synth noise to create headphone-hungry, cinematic soundscapes for the digital age. Perfect for a strategically orchestrated 90-minute score to compliment this science fiction classic. If you like sci-fi, and you like experimental rock - GET IN.

So my task from here on in is to get these bad boys distributed to film festivals across ze globe, taking my first babysteps towards total world domination.

WISH ME LUCK!

Telly-fantastique!

Whoever said hacks weren't lookers?

For all my garbled ramblings on film I often neglect it's poorer, less glamorous sibling - the humble telly box.

Well not this evening, OHHHH NO.

Tonight it's getting my full attention, and not just because my brain has been sapped of all activity following a day of NCTJ law exams...but also due to an excellent two-part BBC Scotland drama, The Field of Blood.

This adaptation of Denise Mina's best-selling novel is set in the Daily News office in 1982 and follows the plight of "newsboy"  Paddy (up-and-coming talent Jayd Johnson) as she struggles to be taken seriously in the male dominated, and joyless, industry of journalism.

I'd look worried too if Malcolm Tucker was giving me that face

More than just an edge-of-your-seat who dunnit, of which my mother is a massive fan, this IS that but it's also a dark and humorous exposé of the way news rooms were run in the days before Google *HORRIFIED GASPS*

This depiction of a working environment fuelled by heavy drinking, chain-smoking, sexism and callousness is the exact reason I'm getting into journalism. Everybody wants to be a hack... (to the tune of Everybody Wants to be a Cat)

Jayd Johnson impresses in her role of brave, go-getter Paddy, in a time that she was told journalists were either mean old hacks or short-skirted little chickies who used their *ahem* charms to get ahead.

Funnyman Ford Kiernan, of Chewing the Fat and Still Game fame, does a convincing and amusing turn as a smarmy blood-lusting hack, keen to get the scoop on all things grizzly in order to fill the columns.

One can only assume he's on hold to Specsavers *chortles*

Whilst David Morrissey ticks all the right boxes as Glasgow Daily News boss, Murray "the devil" Devlin.
He is assertive, aggressive and rude. And oh.so.dreamy.

But alas, I DIGRESS, don't be fooled by my light-hearted bantering; this is as grizzly and dark as it is entertaining.

Let's hope the second part lives up to the first. Watch this space...

The Field of Blood is on BBC1 at 9pm TONIGHT (i.e. right now)
Or catch it on BBC Iplayer

It's a nice day for a white wedding

Royal winchin'

You'd need to be a blind/deaf/dumb/mute/recluse to have missed the GARGANTUAN hype around the royal wedding of Prince William and Kate Middleton this weekend, and like every other female on the planet I too got sucked right in.

Who doesn't love a real life fairytale?

So I thought I'd blog about the sanctity and importance of marriage, the delicate intricacies of relationships and the much discussed pros and cons of marital union.

NAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTT!

Let's instead look at a few examples of amusing movie marriages and woeful weddings...

Muriel's Wedding

YOU'RE TERRIBLE MURIEL. No, seriously.

An obvious but hilarious example of the tragic wannabe bride. Toni Collette's turn as the brassy, bold yet pathetically loveable Muriel tugged the heartstrings and tested the boak reflex of many. Muriel's Wedding is far more than just the story of a lonely girl's plight to marry...anyone: tragic? yes. Hilarious? DEFINITELY!

The Wedding Singer

The face of marital bliss.

Again, the name's a bit of a give away but again, The Wedding Singer undoubtedly pokes bittersweet fun at the ritual of marriage, with hugely amusing repercussions. Equally as pathetic as he is charming, Robbie Hart (Adam Sandler) wants to wed more than anything, yet inevitably meets many an obstacle along the way. From depression and desperation comes much humour. Cameos from Steve Buscemi, Jon Lovitz and Billy Idol add further luminous, gaudy colour to this heart-warming flick - oh and the 2 disc soundtrack is an absolute 80s beast! (Not that I own it or anything...)

Father of the Bride

Grimacing father on your wedding day: every little girl's dream

I like to imagine my dad will be something akin to Steve Martin in Father of the Bride when I get married: concerned, socially awkward and being terrorised by a massively camp wedding planner named Franc (pronounced "fronk"). LOLs come steadily and reliably throughout this remake of a Spencer Tracy classic, perfect Sunday afternoon fodder.




Now for some specific wedding moments from otherwise un-weddingy films...

Wayne's World 2

WE'RE NOT WORTHY! WE'RE NOT WORTHY!

Anyone who knows me will know I have the unique talent of quoting both Wayne's World films VERBATIM,  and one of my favourite scenes from the second offering, the aptly named Wayne's World 2, is the "race to the alter" scene, in which Wayne (Mike Myers) has to stop Cassandra from marrying Bobby (Christopher Walken). This delectable parody of a classic (The Graduate) is befitting of the wit and humour of the other two films, and has resulted in me battering any full length window I come across in my adult life and screaming: "Jesus God NO! CASSANDRAAAA!"

Night at the Roxbury

My ideal Prince William

The climactic scene in ridiculous comedy classic, A Night at the Roxbury, is the arranged wedding of Steve Butabi (Will Ferrell) and Emily Sanderson (Molly Shannon) and as imagined the path of true love never runs smoothly. Skillfully cramming in as many parodies as possible within a 15 minute sequence, this bad boy gets me every time.WHAT IS LOVE?

BOO!

Review: Scream 4

Poor Emma mixed up bees and murderers when it came to staying completely still until they go away

As you may have read from a previous blog my expectations for Scream 4 were pretty low other than the promise of it being "more stabby".

And more stabby it was.

However, what I wasn't prepared for was quite so many LOL moments.

Now it may have been due to a few post-exam afternoon g&ts in the sun - but I really don't want to take any credit from Wes Craven and Kevin Williamson. This was laugh after bloody laugh, with extra ROFL-waffles on the side.

Starting off in that age-old SHOCKING way of a film within a film, the audience need only wait roughly 5mins before the first gruesome gut-busting - WAHEY! (Even better - it's Anna Paquin on the receiving end - a fitting revenge for her part, and accent, in the horrific True Blood.)

And just like - that we're thrust into an onslaught of ghost-face slashings!

You'd think by this stage she'd lose the frightened expression. SURELY.

The story picks back up in the elusive town of Woodsboro (why anyone still lives there is beyond me, like the village in Midsummer Murders) with Sidney Prescott (Neve Campbell) returning to promote her self-help book (sweet irony) and like the grim reaper, she brings the slaughtering of pretty much every teen in the town.

Fans of the previous 3 films will no doubt be wondering where on earth they plan on taking the plot now, but at least the brains behind this franchise can poke ample fun at themselves. The Scream films started a cult following of slasher-fans, akin to those enamored by the Halloween series, and now they're riding the wave all the way to parody island (which I hear is lovely this time of year.)

The plot and acting is laboured but by GOD is it funny! They're laughing too...

Yes Courtney, we're wondering what you were thinking too...

There are so many humourous aspects to this film I'm having great difficulty deciding on one definitive factor, so instead, here's a few...

• The most perceptive and fearsome police deputy in 10 counties - Officer Dewey (David Arquette). Continually showing up to crime scenes 2 minutes too late and apprehending no suspects, making no arrests and effectively having no purpose in the community at all, it's little wonder anyone's still alive in Woodsboro. BUT HE MEANS WELL, and everyone loves a trier, right?

Dewey has yet to locate the victim. Hmmm if only there were a sign...

• The new cast include the usual assortment of "hotties" and creeps along with what is undeniably a Culkin (of Macauley's clan - did u know there are SEVEN of them?!) Rory Culkin to be precise, along with Emma Roberts (of Julia and Eric's clan), Adam Brody - yon geek aff the O.C and the decidedly masculine Hayden Panetierre, who's gravelly voice and visible adam's apple are somewhat of a distraction throughout.

Where's Wally JUST GOT INTERESTING!

• One of the other most alarming elements of this horror, guts and gore aside, is Courtney Cox's collagen-infused visage. Showing no fear in the face of danger (because she can't) the big screen is no friend of the frozen faced.

He's right to scream if she turns around.

• The moment in which someone (no spoilers here) is stabbed through a letter box.

          Yes, really, a letterbox.

Knock knock. Who's there? STAB!

• The "reveal" scene in which the audience discovers the true identity behind the ghostly mask is particularly amusing, especially when followed by an extended scene of self-mutilation that had our packed cinema in stitches (excuse the pun). And just when you think it's over...oh no, there's more punchy, stabby, shooty action to come. The laughs just don't stop!

Don't get me wrong, the jumpy edge-of-your-seat, nervous-laughter moments are still plentiful as are the blood, guts and gore but never before have I encountered such mass amusement during a "horror" film.

A definite must-see for those seeking a bloody rolicking good time!

Scream 4 is open in cinemas nationwide now.

Games of Thrones

"You win or you die..."

10 reasons to watch HBO's new epic fantasy drama, Games of Thrones, on Sky Atlantic:

1. The story: based on George R.R. Martin's hit fantasy novel series, A Song of Ice and Fire, this medieval fantasy romp brings to life the world of Westeros and the epic conflict between two houses (Stark and Lannister) to assert power. Blood, love, greed, betrayal, corruption - and that's just the beginning...

2. Monday night escapism: Whoever thought of screening this on a Monday should get a pay rise, chase away the Sunday fear and monotonous drudgery of a new working week with a good old dose of fantasy.

3. Sean Bean: Nuff said.

Creepiest one I could find *smirks*

4. Richard Madden: Hottest new talent to come out of Renfrewshire (and how often can you say that?) Madden is set to impress in the pivotal role of Robb Stark, and I'm NOT just saying that because we're childhood friends...*proud face*

I taught him how to smoulder like that. True story.

5.  Mark Addy (King Robert Baratheon) : Dress him up as the King all you want, but I'm sure I'm not the only one smirking in memory of him in The Full Monty, cling-wrapping himself whilst chowing down on a king-sized mars bar. "I've heard of anti-wrinkle cream but I've never heard of anti-fat-bastard cream." (The Full Monty)

"Where for art mine Tesco Clubcard?"

6. The rest of the intensely beautiful cast: Makes for easy watching, innit.

And they say pets look like their owners...

7. Setting: David Benioff and D.B Weiss bring the adventure to life on a backdrop of jaw-dropping scenery and breath-taking fantasy lands that'll make you forget where you are for the entirety of the show.

8. Violence: Who doesn't enjoy a bit of bloody brutality on a Monday night?

9. Sex: Not quite as raunchy as Rome, but more buff bods, butts and boobs than you can shake a medieval stick at.

10. Bite-sized drama: Because who has Lord of the Rings kind of time these days? I mean honestly.

Games of Thrones airs Mondays at 9pm on Sky Atlantic

SCREAM IF YOU WANNA GO FASTERRRRRRR

My reaction to the NCTJ Government syllabus

Have you ever screamed into a pillow? If not - try it now. Feels good, huh?

I'm of the school of thought that considers a good old scream/cry/swear to be essential every now and then in order to release tension, stress and get some crazy out.

Sometimes people need to shake themselves out of the comfortable monotony of daily life and this is a sure-fire way of doing so.

Another is to scare oneself shitless...(do you see where I'm going with this?)

Barrymore getting a prime cover spot regardless to the fact she's gone in the first 10 mins.

"Hey Sydney, what's your favourite scary movie?"and "I'm gonna gut you like a fish" are just a few of the timeless phrases to come from Wes Craven's 1996 slash hit, Scream.

This blockbuster flick was more than just a quote-fest; jam-packed with more dark humour, slick twists and suspense that Ghost-face could shake a carving knife at. Paying notable homage to other films of it's genre, Scream tapped into a whole new generation of blood-thirsty fear-mongers.

So what happens with every mass success: why yes, they make a sequel.

And then another one.

And ten years on from the last? ANOTHER ONE!

(Although don't get me wrong - I'm actually as excited about the prospect of more bloody skullduggery as the next prepubescent boy...)

Same knife. Same mask. Same basic plot.

Ghost-face is back, and he still ain't over it (me thinks someone wasn't hugged enough as a child) and this time he's EVEN STABBIER.

With a new generation of Woodboro High students going under the knife, many questions remain unanswered:

- Why DOES Sydney Prescott (Neve Campbell) keep returning to Woodboro when she's pretty much guaranteed a slicin?
- Why are local retailers still selling the costume? (according to theory, no mask= no stabby)
- Why are we STILL being forced to see David Arquette dressed as Deputy Doofy and take it seriously?

I have no such answers but what I do have is the promise of more edge-of-your-seat suspense, gore and bloody ridiculous escapades.

*SHRIEKS*


Scream 4 is in cinemas nationwide now.

Foo Fighters: Back and Forth



Ever thine, ever mine, Everlong

 The sun was splitting the skies of Glasgow Green on Sunday 24th of August, 2003. With half-bottles smuggled doon breeks and pasty flesh exposed as far as the eye could see, thousands of fans descended upon the crowded green, in expectation of musical excellence at an event imaginatively named "Big Day Out @ The Green".

Years of rockin out on the guitar can cause the affliction "t-rex arm-itis"

With an impressive line-up including PJ Harvey, Queens of the Stoneage and The Red Hot Chili Peppers and humorously, The Electric Six, there I was decked out in my big brother's chili's T (customised to within an inch of it's life) nodding along politely in vague response to the boy chat going on around me, eagerly awaiting my first ever proper gig experience.

So young, so naive, so desperate to find any kind of music that wasn't comprised of prepubescent girly boys...

This is the day I was introduced to one particular band that will forever(long...see what i did there?) hold a place in my heart: Foo Fighters.



Lustrous main+tats+shades+geetar= rockstar. Simple maths.

Nevermind the others, who were amazing don't get me wrong, but given the combination of bitchin' - yet accessible - rock and Dave Grohl's drole banter and cancer jokes - I was sold.

And so it began: the back catalogue was ravished, listened to and loved...and now comes the movie.

GIES

The documentary film chronicles the 16 year history of the Foos: from Grohl's Nirvana beginnnings to their Grammy-winning, multi-platinum, arena and stadium headlining status as one of the biggest rock bands on the planet.

Produced by Nigel Sinclair, who also brought us No Direction Home: Bob Dylan and Amazing Journey: The Story of the Who, Back and Forth also offers insight into the creation of the band's new album Wasting Light in a lowly garage, and will be followed by live 3D performance from the band, playing their new album Wasting Light front to back.

Will this be my turning point with 3D? (doubtful) Will it seriously shocking and insightful? Or will it be more akin to This Is Spinal Tap? (secretly hope so)

Either way, it should be enough unadulterated Grohl time to keep me more than satisfied...for now.

Foo Fighters: Back and Forth screens in selected cinemas nationwide on Thursday April 7.

MAWFACE

She ain't heaver, she's my mutha

The bold John Wallace has had his fair share of menchies on this here blog but with Mother's Day looming (round my neck like a bloody albatross) I thought it was about time Renée"boomboom" Wallace got a shout out.

Similar in manner and temperament (although not always humour, thanks for the WACKY genes pop) I thought a fitting Mawday treat would be a spot of Sunday brunch and a trip to the GFT - what do you mean self-gratifying? *smirks*

That Lynx range of "EXTREME" deodorant really has a lot to answer for

Sharing a keen interest in film, particularly of the French & Italiano variety (by "sharing" I of course mean insisting she watches too) perhaps the only instance in which she'll accompany me to the cinema is if it's for something unusual that won't eventually appear on cooncil telly.

So I assumed the God's of fate were shining down when I realised the GFT were showing further screenings of Danny Boyle's stage production of Frankenstein , a theatrical and cinematic experience I'd been bangin' on about for so long I managed to convince everyone in my house it was a "must see" - including Coco, my labradoodle (yeah, we're one of THOSE families...)

That was until I realised they've scrapped the extra screenings.

NAE JOY IRENE!

Luckily I have a plan B:

Oranges and Sunshine



This place clearly carries the same pungent odours of Glasgow Uni Library - mmmmmusty

 Director Jim Loach, son of the mighty Ken, makes his feature-length debut with Oranges and Sunshine, tells the heart-breaking true story of Margaret Humphreys, a social working from Nottingham, as she endeavours to repair some of the attrocities committed by the British government in migrating thousands of British children to Commonwealth countries between the Victorian era to the 1970s.

With Loach at the helm, Scots screenwriter Rona Munro expertly adapting Margaret Humphreys’s 1994 book Empty Cradles and acclaimed British actress Emily Watson in the lead role of Humphreys, this looks set to be one grizzly and emotional ride.

Nothing says "I LOVE YOU" like a harrowing cinema trip.

Perfect!

SUBMARINE

That moment you realise the pockets on your duffel and purely fashion not function. FAIL.

How I love thee, Richard Ayoade, let me count the ways...

Well there's Man to Man with Dean Learner, The IT Crowd, brief stints in Boosh, Garth Marenghi's Darkplace and a whole host of stylish, quirky music videos for the likes of Vampire Weekend, Kasabian, Yeah Yeah Yeahs and Arctic Monkeys.

And I haven't even got to that fro yet... *sighs longingly*

Bad ass mother flipper

Alas, that's about enough gushing for now - let's just say the stakes (and expectations) were high for Ayoade's directorial feature film debut, Submarine.

And met they were too. PHEW!

This comic - and at times tragic - tale of a teens inner turmoil ticks all the right boxes. An adaptation of Joe Dunthorne's 2008 novel, the narrative follows the plight of 15-year old Oliver Tate to lose his virginity and salvage his parents marriage, all whilst confronting a plethora of other issues ranging from school bullies to his father's depression.

A dry, dead-pan and witty tone is established from the outset and our protagonist's humorously over-blown imagining of his own funeral. Impressively the pace and razor-sharp rhetoric is maintained throughout; thanks in no small part to the delivery of talented newcomer, Craig Roberts (below) echoing the same awkward, emotionless state as Ayoade's uber-dork alter-ego, Moss.

Not exactly R-Patz, but keeping the geek-chic flame burning

Ambitiously intellectual and struggling loner, Oliver Tate has definite glimmers of J.D Salinger's Holden Caulfield about him, and combined with Ayoade's nods to Jean Luc Godard's French New Wave cinema style (inter-titles and dramatic orchestral accompaniments to moments of significance in the plot) and "artistic malaise" of director, Wes Anderson, this is meticulously thought-out comedy.

It's Considine's suave subtlety that really lures in the ladies...

A strong supporting cast adds to the humour and pathos, with Tate's depressed father (Noah Taylor) and discontented mother (Sally Hawkins) evoking laughter and sympathy in equal measure.

A notably amusing turn from Paddy Consindine as Oliver's mother's ex-lover, who shows up to throw a spanner in the works, also evokes sniggers every time he appears on screen, due in part to his mullet and also to his "way-out" life prophesying - think Patrick Swayze as Jim Cunningham in Donnie Darko and you're on the right lines (minus the implications of paedophilia).  Far out.

With a score courtesy of Arctic Monkeys frontman, Alex Turner, the film flows seamlessly from "happy-go-lucky-in-love" to "depths-of-the-ocean-depression", minus the cheese or the misery. No mean feat, I think you'll agree.

Unique, refreshing and genuinely engaging - one not to be missed!

Now I'm away to consider a brief hat phase...

Submarine is showing in cinemas nationwide now.