You can already imagine that Terrence Malick’s ‘live-action’ version of the Pocahontas fable isn’t all singing, all comedy… all talking raccoons. Nor does its fated love affair between fallen solider John Smith (Colin Farrell) and a barely-pubescent native (Q’Orianka Kilcher) go the way of recent film; Hard Candy (girl thinks man may be a paedophile, decides to um, ‘sever his pride’). The New World is instead a dreamlike and protracted loom into progress against nature. Anyone already familiar with Malick’s [...]

Where, oh where, did the buddie-movie go? It died with hoop earrings, pink-lipstick and polka-dot fashion wear. Or did it? I’m not sure. Nor am I exactly sure what happens within Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang’s celestially sardonic comedy-noir murder-mystery… something about a body in a boot… a missing sister… abusive parenting… necro-urolagnia… whatever, the point is: the eighties have been hip again for sometime now, and with the re-hipness comes the restoration of the epochs drollest raconteur, one Shane Black. [...]

There’s a scene in the end of the original Blade film in which our sword-swirling protagonist unexpectedly appears in The Mother Land, there’s snow on the floor, he’s wearing a long, black coat; he mutters something menacing in Russian, and whips of hot breath curl from his lips. It is bar far the most incredible moment in the history of cinema. I embellish, of course, but there’s definitely something about Russia that exudes a granular, raspy and incontestably cool connotation. [...]