The Victoria Film Festival is a distant memory and let’s just say the post partum’s been a buzz kill – so long Alan Partridge.

Though I’m still jazzed about the gala, between the fashion show on the street and the Polaroids by Andy Warhol, it did make my year – and who was that guy handing out pill bottle shooters in a bunny suit? I hope he had his Serving it Right.

But what’s done is done and now thoughts turn to the Spirit Awards (you didn’t think I’d say Oscars did you?)

Idiosyncratic, irreverent boldly crossing the line between comedy and drama and back again, Inside Llewyn Davis is another in a long line of Cohen treats – smart, funny and yet filled with melancholia. The docs feature an eclectic line up including the likeable 20 Feet From Stardom and The Square though I’m calling it for The Act of Killing, surreal yet distressingly simple.