Holy shit, Monsters.

So, guys, I know that I was going to do this weekly, and orderly and shit, but FUCK THAT. I saw Monsters today.

So, Monsters is a British made indie sci-fi movie. It's supposedly about alien invasion, but don't let that fool you. Monsters is the kind of movie that you dream of existing, let alone seeing. For those raised on the juvenile nonsense of Transformers 2, or used to the tepid romance of Bridget Jones, Monsters will be a startling experience. Shot for about one-and-a-half million US, Monsters is, first of all, an astonishing technical achievement. From the gorgeous 'sets' (shot on location in South America), to the gradually revealed Monsters of the title, the movie lives and breathes authenticity.

But the real triumph of the picture is the leading couple. Although initially cast in a somewhat clichéd relationship, they develop it beautifully, and totally sell these two, likeable, believable, and yet still beautiful people.

The thing is, that's all I can really tell you. Monsters is a movie that needs to surprise you. It carries a 12A certificate, so there is no excuse to not seek it out, whether at your local arthouse cinema (they need the business), or your favourite faceless multiplex. It is a film that thrives on the delicious delight of the unknown. It is a superb film, but if you still are not convinced, allow me to put it in even more vulgar terms than this sentence ( it's very late by the way, and the Halo 3 OST is all that's keeping me awake right now. On the subject of which, today I listened to the Halo Reach and Halo 3 ODST soundtracks back to back, and do you know what? ODST is by FAR the better soundtrack. Moody, elegant and thrilling. Reach is great, but Marty O' Donnell and and Michael Salvatori will probably never top this stunning piece of soundtrack). But oh yeah. Vulgar terms. Monsters has something for everyone. Action, adventure and romance, there really is no reason not to support this wonderful piece of cinema.