The legend that is Dewey Cox, a rock and roll god whose name is uttered in the same breath as Buddy Holly and Johnny Cash, a man who embraced hedonism more than most of his peers, but at heart was simple and kind. Idolised for his music and nearly destroyed by the many temptations such adulation brought, this is the myth, a subtle, beautifully performed, lushly visualised, cleverly scripted lampoon of every poe-faced, rose-tinted Oscar hungry biopic that's graced our screens over the last couple find out more...

A tour de force of twisted weirdness, gonzo journalism and mutated nastiness, plus a bit of fear and loathing. Based on the writings and real life exploits of 60s journalist Hunter S Thompson. It's all here, the copious drink, the superhuman drug intake, and the wind-ups shot at whatever symbol of authority Thompson considers as fair game. Excellent. find out more...

It's 1969 and the end of an era. Withnail and ‘I' are two "resting" actors enjoying a decadent lifestyle in Camden on a diet of booze and drugs. Finding themselves in need of rejuvenation, they set off on holiday to the country cottage of Withnail's mad uncle Monty in Penrith. A sharp and witty romp, and one of the greatest, and quintessentially British, films of all time. find out more...

A suspenseful documentation of the search for Zodiac killer, who made the headlines with his apparently random killings and his coded messages to the press as to his identity, whilst killing with impunity, largely in the San Francisco Bay area of Northern California, in the 1970s. The story follows that of puzzle solver and cartoonist Robert Graysmith and is reflected in the somewhat amateurish, if occasionally compulsive, efforts of various resource stretched California police units. find out more...