The best films are those that surprise. Those that surprise, for one, in the sense that at 6 p.m. I ask an open question to everyone in the room (”Anyone seen any of these films that are on tonight? Either of them any good?”), at 8 p.m. I find myself in a seat at Vue having followed a rather vague recommendation, and at 10.30 p.m., I push open the door, my head spinning. Oh, and how is it even possible that a film with a title like “Slumdog Millionaire” can keep you hanging until the very end, not knowing whether the guy will actually win the effing money or not?











