Office Space matters precisely because it refuses to offer false hope or patronising platitudes about finding meaning in meaningless tasks. Judge nails the quiet, simmering despair of anyone trapped behind a desk, waiting for retirement or death - whichever mercifully comes first.

Dogma is a thought-provoking, intelligently crafted film wrapped in the guise of a stoner comedy. It refuses easy categorisation, sidestepping lazy satire for a heartfelt, biting interrogation of faith’s absurdities and beauties alike. It treats religion with genuine curiosity rather than smug dismissal.

Into this quietly anxious landscape arrives American Beauty. Hollywood is spoon-feeding comforting hits like Notting Hill or stylish escapism like The Matrix, yet American Beauty is the cynical guest at the dinner party who points out everyone's hypocrisy until they're politely asked to leave.

Watch Fight Club. Because sometimes the only way to confront your demons is to slug them in a dank basement, and maybe lose a tooth or two along the way.

There is nothing predictable about Being John Malkovich. It doesn’t have The Matrix’s sleek rebellious edge or Fight Club’s gritty anarchy. Instead, it’s the feeling of sliding into someone else’s skin, only to realize maybe you don’t want to come out. The most important part of Craig’s life isn’t the puppets he so carefully controls; it’s the control he steals while living as Malkovich.

A film inspired by cartoons about a mumbly, put-upon office worker named Milton. A director best known for his animated mischief. A cast of brilliant comedic actors who knew exactly how to capture the daily grind. Shot in Texas, set in a faceless office park, Office Space zeroes in on the mind-numbing monotony of "TPS reports" and the soul-crushing existence under fluorescent lights.