Well, the BFI IMAX was packed to the rafters (and those rafters are very high, folks) with fans eager to see the epic imagination of James Cameron, no doubt soon to be crowned King of 3-D. But what can be gleaned from 15 minutes of footage? Can you really get a sense of what might unfold in a few months time? Probably not, but hey, let's give it a bash.

Oh, no! It's Avatar Day but you have no-one to take you to Avatar Day? Or someone mugged you and stole your ticket from twixt your broken, limp fingers? Maybe you're at work and just simply bored? Well, never fret, because here's the latest bunch of images to come out of Cameron's sci-fi epic, all for your viewing pleasure.

Yes, yes, fanboys, I know: Tarantino is the greatest thing since that period of time before Reservoir Dogs came out. What was it called? Oh yes, the early 90s. But, after 17 years of this great thing, can anything top Inglourious Basterds? In short, yes. Yes it can. 

It happens to all of us when watching a film. A axe-wielding guy shoves his head through a door, tattoos himself a fresh memory, or perhaps jumps up and down on Oprah's sofa. It happens and you think to yourself: "Yeah, he's crazy". No wonder, then, that cinema, every now and then, delves into its bag of disorders for a fresh take on mental illness. Conditions, after all, make for educational movies, raising awareness of social issues. Or they get cheap laughs, reducing symptoms to a series of cute eccentricities and gross-out gags. Either way, it helps to be able to see the forest for the Gump, to separate the tics from the truth, the science from the scientology. And so here's a brief flight back over Hollywood's cuckoo nest, reminding us what we've learnt from cinema's showcase of syndromes.