We’re at the point now where, to a certain extent, we know what to expect from Wes Anderson. A charming screenplay, delightful production design, exquisitely composed cinamatography, and a barrel of actors we all wish we could take out for gin. The Grand Budapest Hotel delivers on all counts, as we knew it would, but…

A BRILLIANT trailer.

Could this be as good as Napoleon Dynamite? No, no it couldn’t

Glasses. They’re weird, aren’t they? Bits of plastic or glass slapped over your stupid face that either serve a purpose by bending light in the exact way that your warped and pathetic eyeballs fail to do, or they serve no purpose other than to obscure your epidermis. Why would anyone bother compiling a list of glasses? Because we’re Best For Film AND THAT’S HOW WE ROLL.

Woody sure is good at choosing attractive female leads…

Too little too late, Mike.

Our least regular feature is back! This week’s Favourite Flicks author is Nina, whose whimsical aesthetic makes her choice of film laughably unsurprising. If you love Wes Anderson’s classic The Royal Tenenbaums, then you’re amongst friends here – if you’re not, prepare to be converted by a gentle barrage of Gene Hackman, Bill Murray and the whole damn Tenenbaum dynasty.

The Incredible Burt Wonderstone is not as incredible as its title leads you to believe – but it certainly has some tricks up its velvet, sequinned sleeve. The story of an egotistical, sex obsessed professional and how he responds to his devastating fall from grace has become a ‘frat pack’ family favourite – just replace male model, ice skater or anchorman with old-school magician and you’ve got the picture. Although The Incredible Burt Wonderstone boasts fewer iconic moments than its predecessors, its absurdity, campness, sentimentality and outrageous encore earns it a place among them.