And a couple more flics for your consideration, worship or derision at the weekend:

Remember an American indie director called David Gordon Green who gave us the very sober George Washington many moons ago? Well perhaps just to prove that he 'has a life' outside the arthouse he's concocted another, well, umm, piece of crap, Your Highness. But it's such very silly completely waste of time crap that it's hard to dislike. In this mystical, medieval romp everyone's named Thadeous, Madeous, Cadeous or the such-like (made up the last two myself) and there's a vulgarity uttered every five minutes. The film's US distributors Universal have been making a name for themselves recently in being very, umm, liberal minded (cf the recent Paul). As a large dollop of crap the film's pungency takes a while to spread and when it does drifts willy nilly as the wind. All the actors be-sport themselves stupidly enough: Toby Jones' Julie is underused, Rasmus Hardiker's servant Courtney a consistently funny straight man, Natalie Portman looks ravishing but it's petite Zooey Deschanel as Belladonna who almost gets ravished - notice at the end when (presumably still under the spell to bespoil her flesh) she's fingering the studs on one of the knights' armour. Consummate professionals one and all...

The much discusssed Cold Weather from American indi director Aaron Katz (Quiet City) possesses a far subtler wit than our previous film while not quite earning its enigmatic detective thriller ending. Little White Lies director Guillaume Canet (of the hit Tell No One) wanted to make a French The Big Chill (1984). Whether he succeeded in that comparison you'll have to decide yourself. And though it's stretching things at almost two and half hours the performances and 'tone' are consistently of the highest order. And the title's pay-off could equally apply to the denizens of Hampstead or the Hamptons.

And Peter Bogdanovich's classic Oscar nominated/winning The Last Picture Show (1971) tale of 50s Texan youth has been restored to its former B/W glory. No glamour to be found here, only the fading thwarted glory of our existence; or rather the frustrating inability of some to see and reach beyond the flickering shadows in our caves of false security. A film that every generation of teenager ought to see. Can they still be lured into a cinema by the bare-breasted gals in B/W?

Oh - and as I post this two major tube lines are suspended at rush hour. I'd be here 'til midnight if I listed all the ocurrances this month...