I've been to the cinema twice this year and both times have been a complete disaster. The King's Speech was pure twaddle, not exactly pro-Windsor or anything so crass, but empty, reactionary sentimentalism nonetheless; apart from the joy of Helena Bonham-Carter's laser-sharp pronunciation, it was an irritating thing, a film with all sorts of subtle and not-so subtle designs on you. But this was nothing in comparison to The Kids Are Alright which seemed to me so confused, chippy, smug, ignorant and psychologically violent that I left the cinema in a homophobic rage. Wild horses, as they say, would have to drag me to see Black Swan, and I'm starting to feel a bit iffy about Barney's Version and I would walk over water, as they say, just to gaze upon Rosamund Pike.