For his directorial debut Ralph Fiennes has decided to do one of the more obscure Shakespeares, one for the completists. I like that because it means that this is that rare Shakespeare where I’m not the only person in the audience who doesn’t know what is going to happen.
The film they are calling the worst ever to be nominated for a Best Film Oscar, this totters into cinemas like a Charles Haughtrey Atlas, staggering under the great ball of opprobrium and abuse that has been cheerfully heaped upon it.
For his next travesty the evil tyrant George Lucas has decided to bury the entire Star Wars saga under a coating of 3D mush. This adds precisely nothing to the experience but means you spend a lot of the time squinting at murky, blurry images thinking the film can’t possibly be meant to look like that.
The fourth feature from the reborn Hammer House of Horror stable is a bid to match the tension and shocks that made the Paranormal Activity films so successful.
You can’t not like the Muppets. Trust me, I tried. When I was young I never used to watch The Muppet Show – even this couch potato wasn’t generally sat inside watching ITV at 4pm on Sunday – and on the occasions I was I didn’t really take to them.