This is a Pixar/Disney-flick about a rat that dreams of not having to steal food, but somehow…acquire it, while wanting to become a chef. The rat’s family is hit by a catastrophe, forcing the rat to end up in Paris, where it by a series of accidents ends up a puppeteering chef. Don’t ask. This film is very Disneyish, letting you know what will happen miles in advance. It tries to combat prejudice while unleashing it; being a rat’s not bad, being French is a walking stereotype. Blah. Boring. Still, this film gives way for a few laughs. It’s predictable and good, but nothing, really, in comparison with “Finding Nemo”. Note: I saw a version where the voices were dubbed by Swedish actors.

Brilliant spoof on the world of male modelling, directed by and starring Ben Stiller, who plays Derek Zoolander, a male model who hasn’t seen competition for years and is suddenly attacked by Hansel (Owen Wilson) who claims turf. Meanwhile, fashion lord Mugatu (Will Ferrell) is planning to use Zoolander to attack the Prime Minister of Malaysia. The film incorporates a slew of real models, cheap laughs and…David Bowie! It’s a laugh, and Stiller’s posing kills me.

Cutesy romantic comedy where the script-writer obviously had fun with a lot of 60’s romantic comedy-references and Austin Power-esque scenes. Don’t be alarmed by the wafer-thin storyline: this is to be entertained by when the feeling’s right for rom-com. It’s technicolor and a gas.

This film follows the 12-year-old boy Shaun during part of the year 1983, when Thatcher invaded the Falkland Islands and skinheads rubbed shoulders with new wavers. Everything starts with Shaun being picked on for wearing flares. Desperate to find something warming, Shaun is found by Woody, a leader of a local pack of skinheads. Little Shaun’s life is changed as he’s let into the bunch. I think this is a little masterpiece on human relations, reaching far on subtleties rather than trying to convince and guide the viewer using brutal and crude methods; the thinking is left over to you, up to and including the grand finale. The colours, cinematography, dialogue, music, script, acting and altogether poetic style used by the director/writer is massive. I love this film.

As I watched this documentary about suicide from the Golden Gate bridge in San Francisco (USA), humanity dawned on me. Every person in this documentary was for real. I mean, humanity through suicide is a fact, rather than treating it like it’s never supposed to happen: I believe that suicide is one’s own decision, having drained all other options. Somewhat paradoxically, I’m also for preventing suicide, within certain boundaries. This film shows interviews with the survivors, i.e. families and friends of people who have jumped off the bridge. One person who actually survived his jump tells what he experienced. This documentary doesn’t analyse much, but lets people tell their own. The film pulsates gently through these motions, through letting me cry my eyes out and think about life and death in solemnity. The documentary is influenced by the article Jumpers, by Tad Friend.

This is a quite fine film based on the real story of backpacker killer Ivan Milat. Despite problems with rhythm, especially during the first half of the film, it gains momentum due to stylistic simplicity and cinematography. The acting and directing isn’t overly dramatic, which really helps the film; even though I sometimes felt lack of substance, the film compensates this by adding a sense of fear that I seldom see in films. You will find few Hollywood-esque effects here, like strings whenever the killer is close to his prey. The script could have used one more once-over, but given the low budget I say I’d definitely see another film by the same director.

I expected this film, permeated with the sense of human downfall through means of legal and illegal substances and methods, to be more in-your-face, but no. Instead, this film is heart-felt, warm and lucid, at the same time as it’s living Hell. The direction is radiant with audacity and calm; there’s nothing here to indicate that director Darren Aronovsky is trying too hard or, indeed, too little. The absolutely brilliant soundtrack (yet again delivered by Aronovsky’s long-time cohort Clint Mansell, this time with The Kronos Quartet) delivers a massive backdrop to the unpredictable scenery. Avant-garde quick clips between iconographic imagery are used to punctuate movements in time (e.g. person getting high on drug). The acting is acute and good. This is like a story you want to end, but when it has, you keep it in your heard and mind forever. Please, see this.

Brilliant film co-produced and starring Albert Finney as Danny, a psychopathic killer who works helping an elderly woman while suffering with existence itself. Quite like Antonioni’s “L’Avventura”, this film distances itself from much kitchen sink from the same period, while holding its own due to a stellar performance by Finney, which just gets better as the film goes on. A character-based masterpiece of acting, and I’ve got the feeling this film will get deeper and better with repeated viewings.

A disappointment, despite handing out the best rendition of the American national anthem that I’ve ever heard/seen. This is a film mainly based on the individual relationships of two couples. The couples, individual of each-other, convene at a swingers’ place called “Shortbus”, where they experiment, break out and break down. Outside of this dome, human relationships are dealt with as would be expected of John Cameron Mitchell, who directed and wrote this film. It initially received its fair share of publicity because of the authentic (shock!) sex-scenes (of which there are many), but to Mitchell’s grace, they’re not really what’s most interesting about the work. This film is fair, but falls flat in comparison with “Hedwig And The Angry Inch”.

Wonderful dogma-film about a family that assembles to celebrate the head dad. Christian, the oldest child, holds the first speech in front of a flawed, detailed family, and lets his father choose between a green and a yellow speech. The father opts for the green and after this, the family never recovers. Many a secret is unraveled and much is learned in this brilliantly directed, written and played film.