If you ever begin to suspect that all the creativity and art has vanished from contemporary American film, just watch American Fiction. When John suggested going to watch it in Peckham yesterday, I was in two minds: from the trailer it just looked like some trashy American rubbish which played with ethnic stereotypes. However, what we watched yesterday was a real fourth wall breaking treat with a hell of a lot to say about film and the entertainment industry itself. In fact I would go so far as to say it even has whiffs of the French New Wave in how it sort of plays with itself as a film. It truly is a treat for any cinephile, and I now think I’ll suggest it for this year’s film festival.