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.

Let’s talk about The Usual Suspects.

1995: You were there, or you wish you were. Smack in the middle of an era still buzzing from Tarantino’s Pulp Fiction, when crime thrillers felt like dizzying puzzles waiting to be unravelled. All the magazines were asking: “Who is Keyser Söze?” But no one had a clue. You had to find out for yourself.

There is nothing safe about Trainspotting. It doesn’t have the polished gangster charm of Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels or the gentle romance of a Notting Hill. Instead, it’s the desperate rush of living day to day. The most pressing part of Mark Renton’s life isn’t paying the bills, it’s choosing whether to shoot up or quit, to pick his friends or pick himself. It’s stolen TVs, half-baked schemes, and a best mate so violent you might not make it out of the pub unscathed.