Inherent Vice, Paul Thomas Anderson’s latest movie, takes us to LA in the late sixties. You know, when hippies reeked of patchouli and said things like ‘groovy’. It’s the first ever adaptation of one of Thomas Pynchon’s novels, which up until now were considered to be unadaptable to the silver screen.

Following District 9 and Elysium, South-African director Neill Blomkamp once again drags our asses into the sci-fi realm with Chappie, a delightful mix between Robocop, A.I. and Short Circuit. This time around we are dropped headfirst in the violent streets of Johannesburg where the police uses robots to restore order. Things go wrong though when one of those robots ends up in the hands of Die Antwoord’s Yolandi and Ninja (playing white trash-ier versions of themselves).

Max Simkin (Adam Sandler) repairs shoes. Not because he wants to but because his father used to do the same thing before he ran off. And his father’s father before him. And when Max is not working in the store, he’s taking care of his increasingly senile mother (Lynn Cohen). To say that this is not exactly the life he had in mind, would be something of an understatement.