After a brief passionate fumble with umpteen American studio films featuring one Mr Jacob Gyllenhaal, I've returned to my first love: British independent cinema. Is there any other kind of British cinema? Yes, but we won't mention it here.
Unfortunately this reignited flame has led to me pissing off almost everyone I know by forcing Shane Meadows films upon them and also reminding people to "watch the director's commentary! It's the funniest thing ever...if you've got two hours to spare", which is envitably greeted with a nervous smile and a quick change of subject.
But just to prove I am jusitifed and my crusade will eventually prosper watch this clip from A Room For Romeo Brass. If you don't laugh, just a little bit, then you are dead inside.