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My girlfriend is obsessed with disaster movies, so I have sat though quite a few in recent times. Some are ok, some are truly forgettable and apparently, some are just so bad,

I have been waiting for this film to come out for ages! I saw the trailer (here) a while ago and just loved it, but then I love animated films.
The story is of a Panda, played by Jack Black,

Right so, Diary of the Dead is one of those ‘If we make this film with a hand-held camera it’ll look like totally rad and it’ll be like dead cheap’ films. Let’s call it Cloverfieldesque. It does, however, manage to avoid vomit-inducing camera wibbliness (yes it’s a word).

Being a girl pubescent is a bitch. It makes you act like a bitch and it makes you amazed when your friends act like bitches. No one understands you, your body is exactly what it’s not supposed to be and you’ve just fallen in love.

So am I the only one who thinks it matters where you go see a film?
My experience is limited to Dublin I’m afraid but even with that restricted view I think that the various cinemas have different strengths and weaknesses.

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At times, music - or, indeed, the lack thereof - can transform a film entirely: it may be a recurring motif, it may unexpectedly wrench our emotions, or it can itself be