Casting directors probably have one of the most important jobs in Hollywood. When it comes to getting somebody right for a role, all sorts of things have to be taken into consideration, like if they have the right look, or if they’re a cokehead who might just not turn up on set or whether or not they’re Jennifer Lawrence (so hot right now). Sometimes, casting directors take a chance and get it spot on – Heath Ledger as The Joker, anyone? Other times, they not only get it wrong. They get it really, really, weird.

His first starring role since making the relatively short trip back to Hollywood from the L.A. governor’s mansion, Arnold Schwarzenegger creaks back onto the big screen in a routine actioner that bets big on nostalgia for the one-liners and stiff acting he perfected so long ago. Does a dinosaur like Schwarzenegger have a place in an era dominated by wire-less martial arts madness and the kind of jumped-up hyper-kinetic combat pioneered by the Bourne franchise? The Last Stand is a lesson in the saving grace of star power, even if it doesn’t burn quite as bright as it used to.

Bill Murray is John Wayne. Sold.

Beautiful and touching portrayals of inspiring historical figures are so soppy aren’t they? We decided it’s time to commemorate some of the worst and most distasteful attempts at realising history’s icons.

You know what’s awesome? Cowboys. Well, not actually, in reality they were poor vagrants, but Wild West gunfighters are cool. And so’s being drunk! Let’s combine the two, slip in the first of Sergio Leone’s Dollars trilogy and unholster that booze.

There’s no such thing as a predictable superhero casting – all the best Avengers, X-Men and otherwise pumped-up persons are unlikely characters who stumble into their crime-fighting alter egos just as unexpectedly as do the actors cast to play them. With so many A-list actors now boasting a brush with superheroism on their CVs, we’ve come up with a few new suggestions…

As the first trailer is revealed for Joel and Ethan Coen’s take on the tale that won John Wayne an Oscar in 1969, we should probably make something clear; this probably isn’t the True Grit that your dad loved.