We've been hearing about a new wave of Irish Cinema as far back as 2009. This year, it may have really come ashore. 

Grabbers, My Brothers and Very Extremely Dangerous are all accomplished works. And the likes of Shadow Dancer and Citadel promise even greater impact internationally. 

Irish filmmakers, on screens big and small, are enjoying success of late, sometimes despite budget. We look to previous le cool interviewees Zlata Filipovic and Anna Rodgers who have breached one millions viewers for their anti homophobic bullying ad. We remember Al Hooi and Philip White's good work on DublinTown.ie, we've practically adopted Paul Mahon and we've been tracking Finn Keenan too. 

We also draw your attention to the works of Conor Finnegan, Adrien Merigeau and Kris Kelly who we will showcase as part of our second Full Screen event at Darklight Festival. But who have we missed? 

Send your 24 frames a second this week to Ciaran, Michael, Kate Frances or Jerath.

Thanking all 15,000 of you who have joined us over the last 150 issues.

In the spring of ’98, we piled into borrowed station wagons and drove across half a dozen states, to the Ultimate Frisbee National College Championships. We’d spent every afternoon at university in training; every weekend we were on the road to tournaments. No funding, no coach; we did it ourselves. Getting to that endless plateau of pitches in the Midwest, to play teams from all over the country, was a dream come true. That’s the thrill promised by Chasing Sarasota, the story of a club team – grown-ups rather than students – from Oregon, as they struggle to qualify for the championships. The film is too long; the guys take themselves too seriously; and unfamiliar audiences could use a basic explanation of the game. But it gets the world’s most elegantly airborne team sport on a big screen – and brings back the magic of a college roadtrip. Win Tickets / Brian Lavery

Made for Film is a new monthly film club with a mission. They want, no wait, they NEED you to see certain films. Films that put the whole industry into context, films that will make you never want to waste another cinema trip to anything less than great. Your education starts tonight with a William Friedkin double bill. Friedkin's famous for the Exorcist and is currently flogging his latest, the gun-toting McConaughey thriller, Killer Joe. But what you really must see, if you haven't already, is The French Connection and To Live &  Die in LA. Two of his best. Worth seeing for the innovative filming and raw acting styles or even just for the fresh faced, always-the-villian, William Dafoe and, could-easily-be-nice-or-bad, Gene Hackman. Your education includes two contenders for the Top Ten Car Chases of all time. / Hayley Reynolds

The Word of God. The Word with Terry Christian (unrelated). Long words, short words, onomatopoeic words. Beautiful words: dalliance, ephemeral, labyrinthine. Ugly words: discharge, regurgitate, putrid. Words to the wise. Words that end with q. Words are all I have / To take your heart away. It's hard to tell which words will make the cut at the Little Green Gallery's typography exhibition, but whatever they are, they will be presented in a way that will make the Thesaurus extinct. Hosting their very first Typography exhibition as part of  bi-monthly open submission shows, LGG have called upon illustrators, painters, printers, video makers and anyone who is willing to take on THE WORD. Artists have been encouraged to be bold (geddit?) and judging by their previous shows, this will be good. So go. Word. / Vernon Steel

Japandroids may look like two perfectly nice young beardy-types with scuffed Vans, but they shocked me with their punchy, anthemic rock. Yes, rawk. None of this pale, indie shizzle that naked girls allegedly sway about to in Indian headdresses at uber-cool music festivals for them. This is music for long, shouty car journeys with your mates - try The House That Heaven Built for starters, and save Heavenward Grand Prix for those long stretches on the motorway. Expect tune upon tune from their latest album, 2011's Celebration Rock and long-time fans should enjoy a spot of time-travel and an opportunity to experience some of their debut Post-Nothing once again. They're going to blow the head off of everyone in the Grand Social. Pinky Promise. Win Tickets / Eleanor Granet

Science is so hot right now. The discovery of the Higgs-B and the roaming Mars robot have captured the imagination, making molecules, atoms and the art of discovery trendy...again. Just when you thought civilisation was doomed to a final meta act of self-consumption, we have made some modicum of proper progress. Warm Ghost's spacial soundscapes tap into that appliance of science. The dreamy, droning tunes can sometimes sound like they are transmitting via Skype from Saturn but are uplifting in the main. 2011's Uncut Diamond EP has a floaty, slacker-electro vibe but just as the name suggests, Warm Ghost are not of this world but multi-instrumentalist Paul Duncan is not to be feared. Go and experiment. Win Tickets / Vernon Steel

Grabbers is the heir to the Shaun of the Dead throne, but more original. I mean, the premise is just spacehopper mad. Set in Inis Erin (not Aran, but an island's an island), Grabbers takes the traditional Gardaí pairing - the alchie and the prude, and puts them under a bit of strain, cos an alien invasion is pretty arduous to deal with when your police force doesn't even have guns. So, armed with a police car and not much else, alchie and prude take those blighters on, and they discover (with the help of Russell Tovey, the obligatory scientist) that these aliens are allergic to the devil's brew! They ingeniously employ plenty of pints and some cheeky poitín, basically date-rape the island, organise a lock-in and save the day. Way better than just re-making Dawn of the Dead with Simon Pegg and calling it funny. / Kate Frances

Run Computer Run is a series of exhibitions which explore the critical and experimental approaches to curating digital and new media art. In this case, it's Tweak Creative Director Nora O'Murchu curating the work of noted net artist Antony Antonellis. Net Art is young (in art terms) and hard to critique, but also divisive in that it straddles both the real art world and the internet world. One wonders what John Berger or Robert Hughes would have made of twirling .gifs and glitched blue screens of death. Net Art is however, democratic, in the same way all art forms are under increased scrutiny with the advance of technology. Anyone with a computer, some sound software, a digital camera or Photoshop skillz can proclaim themselves a musician, film maker or artist. The question is, is Net Art  post-modern or simply post-modem? / Vernon Steel

Starting out with Super 8 images of happier times accompanied by the delicate plectrum pluckings of Gary Lightbody, My Brothers brings us to the deathbed of a dad in 1987. Teenager Noel (Timmy Creed) is going to have to man up. The aspiring poet is forced to snap out of his daydreams as he assumes breadwinning duties. A road trip with his brothers to Ballybunion in pursuit of a Casio watch unearths the bonds that bind and chafe. Scwally (TJ Griffin) is the constantly questioning youngest sibling while Paudie (Paul Courtney) gets to showcase his flatulence as he asserts his own dominance within the hierarchy. While there's one too many tyre pumping efforts on their trip, the simplicity and gentle nostalgic charm of My Brothers carries the huggable warm appeal of a childhood blankie. / Zach Joyce

It’s the second coming and I for one can’t wait! This latest club night to hit the scene is far from formulaic – rather it is a true breath of fresh air. F.A.G. launched in grand style last Friday with fantastic music and a truly beautiful crowd. Their second outing promises to be even bigger and better with a top secret after party planned following the main event. There are dancers, arcade games and the wonderful Panti has dusted off her decks (of the DJ variety) to spin a few tunes – in fact if you were to put the ingredients for the perfect night down on paper this pretty much ticks all the boxes. No doubt this will eventually become “cool” and overrun by people who want to be seen there, but right now it’s a little bubble of niche clubbing. / Frances Winston

Don’t really know how to swing dance? Neither do I. However the very mention of it conjures up black-and-white images of Jitterbugging ladies and gents smiling, twirling, and looking far more dapper than I ever knew how. It fills me with nostalgia for an era that I never even experienced. Safe to say I’m not alone in this; the same folks responsible for the Hep Cat Club at The Twisted Pepper are taking over the bandstand in St. Stephen’s Green for a Swing Picnic. Forget timing, teamwork and technique. The three “T’s” of the judging criteria will consist of tunes, threads and a two-euro donation, with no one keeping score. Pack your basket full of goodies, and remember whether you’re a novice or a regular Charleston, rumour has it that the slicker you dress the better you can dance. Just saying. / Jerath Head

Jerry McGill is washed up and dying. Once boasting the looks of Jagger and a fleeting glimpse of rockabilly acclaim, Director Paul Duane finds Jerry after 90 arrests and numerous jail stints. He's dragging the tin cans of a few strokes, heart attacks, diabetis, COPD and recently diagnosed lung cancer behind his jalopy of a being. Originating as a bit character in Robert Gordon's It Came From Memphis, Duane does an amazing job in extracting a great story from a character you root for initially but then get snagged by his foulmouthed violent ways. Jerry is the antithesis to Rodriguez, the subject of the equally excellent recent documentary Searching for Sugarman, yet his story carries the same fascination of a find from the leftover and almost forgotten oddbin of life called 'If Only'. (Part of Stranger Than Fiction) Win Tickets / Michael McDermott 

Taking a role that leaves her most hated female since Shakespeare created Desdemona, Michelle Williams (Margo) is so whimsical in Take This Waltz, a tale about the sheer awfulness of being loved by more than one man at one time, that even my most whimsical friend couldn't believe it. Although she did enjoy the sartorial aspect of it. It isn't bad that we hated Margo though - we sincerely felt for Seth Rogen (her husband) and the token hottie (the other man) as Margo twisted them round her little fairy fingers and played The Buggles to them on fairground rides and did other Zooey Deschanel level quirky things. It is really up there with the great selfish 'I'm a woman I deserve to cry' fests, such as The Notebook and Steel Magnolias. It's gonna be a classic. / Kate Frances Coleman

Seven years on from the still godlike I Feel Space and half a decade since his last show in these parts, Norse god Hans Peter Lindstrom blesses his followers by descending from on high like a slightly scruffy disco deity and making a long-awaited return to Dublin. Recent album Six Cups of Rebel may have been a bit of a misstep, but you don't spend that long at the top of the Balearic pile without having some serious skills and new single Ra-Ako-St / Eg-Ged-Osis is an unquestionable return to form. Particularly the b-side (it's title in English is "Fluffy". Thanks Google Translate!), which is the kind of endlessly ascending starry-eyed anthem he does so well. If you like facial hair, killer grooves, and pretending you're minor European royalty in '70s Ibiza (just me then?) don't miss it. Win Tickets / Conor McDevitt

After London's opening ceremony, people began to discuss the importance of the early 90s rave movement, pointing out that the stalwarts of the Occupy movement were people whose parents had been those very ravers. Patrick Cox described how he designed the sexless Wannabe as a response to the egalitarian movement and many bemoaned our regression in recent times to gratuitous nudity and the rest. Luckily, Dixon is a 90s hang-over, and it is all about the music, which is throbbing and wild, with influences so varied that the genre is best described as 'cacophony'. Forget pure House, embrace the cacophony.  Lose your inhibitions. Dance like a maniac. If there's ever a cause worth bursting your eardrums for, it is this. Win Tickets / Coraline McCarthy

A mate, on asking him if he fancied seeing this film, said 'Seth McFarlane is the Anti-Christ, and Ted is the first portent of the apocalypse.' So I went with a young lady, who shocked me by emotionally investing in an animated cuddly toy that sounds as gruff as a Welsh miner lost in te'valleys. It is a thriller of a ride, this film, as is, I'm sure, Mila Kunis, one of the hottest women in the world, who we're meant to think adores the gormless torso that is Marky Mark. Luckily, she's a good actress, and we believe she doesn't think looks are everything and can then get on with the film. It's a family stoner movie, with filth spurting from the mouth of a teddy bear. There is a fight scene, involving aforementioned teddy bear, which in itself is friggin' genius, but not as genius as making a teddy smoke a bong. / Cora Burke

Well, you thought the Bourne Films were all over, but it turns out that Bourne was only the beginning! Some producers thought that Bourne's was a ship worth saving and created a plot involving some medication that made the CIA assassins the super-men that they were. They tenuously link this to Jason Bourne, although we never saw him guarding medication in the way that the new protagonist and his grenade toting friends do. Aside from the ill-thought out premise, this is a good film. Jeremy Renner is believable as the kind of Bear Grylls, frozen bearded, hunk with an agenda, and Rachel Weisz does a good sexy doctor. She wears those glasses well. The chase scenes are choreographed so that they are nerve-wracking moments - Rachel Weisz just can't fall off that motorbike - NOT THE BEAUTIFUL FACE! Cliffhangers galore.../ Rachael Rooney

Okay, okay, we get it. Those sexy Nordic types have proved that they're not just design buffs, but they are also masters of the crime fiction genre. Maybe it's all those long nights, but those blonde bombshells are really embracing the darker side of life. This is a stylish thriller, all striding men with guns and slutty dancing ladies having their brains blown out. It's smooth, without forgetting that murder isn't murder without blood and guts everywhere. Murder also isn't murder without a cop who is hell bent on finding the truth, and without a bent cop putting the kai-bosh on his efforts. This film is an effective illustration of how too much good luck can turn in to bad luck, and why you should always be wary of that temporary swoop of euphoria, which could be followed by rage.../ Kate Frances

Friends of the Earth are once again serving us our own conscience with a special talk from their Chair, Nigerian Nnimmo Bassey. As a renowned environmental activist and recipient of the ‘Alternative Nobel Prize’, Bassey is the perfect man to speak with the Irish community regarding the extraction of fossil fuels and our status as one of the highest climate-polluting developed countries in the world. He has worked hard in Nigeria to prevent the negative impacts of environmentally damaging corporations such as Shell and will share insights from his experiences. In a panel discussion, Bassey will be joined by Irish activists Pat O’Donnell form Mayo and Leah Doherty from Leitrim. With climate change on the tip of the global tongue, this is an excellent chance to gain some inspiration from those on the frontlines. / Jerath Head

My eyes got watery at the launch of this exhibition. This collection of photographs, which have been acquired now by the state, are great photographs, but when contextualised, they are heartbreaking. Looking at the images, taken during the Troubles, it is easy to fool oneself into thinking that these are film production shots or somesuch. But, hard to imagine for many of us, this destruction and casual militarism was life North of the border. There's a real wittiness to some of the characters, and it's often those of pension-age who seem to gleam most with a can-do spirit in this collection, which, technically, we now own. It has been acquired, through the National Library of Ireland, by the State, and this is recognition of its historical significance and the contribution that Hillen's photography has made. / Chloe Lennard

If you were one of the Barbie Army who were disappointed that Ms Minaj was playing the Olympia rather than a larger venue, which meant many couldn’t get a ticket, this afterparty may go some way towards healing your pain featuring as it does Nicki’s own crew member DJ Headache on the decks from midnight until 2am. Of course the lucky few who actually get to see the colourful rapper are more than welcome too, as the hugely popular Glitz goes all out to celebrate her appearance on our shores. No doubt hostess Regina George will be channelling Nicki’s flamboyant style and with drinks promos and of course the Glitz Go Go dancers on hand, you couldn’t have a better reason to dust down your Nictionary, don your most colourful clobber and step your Scotty up as this  promises to be zoo! / Frances Winston

This adaptation of the Plough and the Stars has been feted as reinvigorating the story for the next generation. That is true, in that the romantic turmoil between Jack and Nora Clitheroe becomes less central, and instead the focus is the social context of Easter Week 1916. This isn't the only daring move that director Wayne Jordan has made...he brings the 'Figure in the Window', the political orator, on to the stage for the first time. Perhaps this isn't the most effective device, considering that the man in question quotes Pearse's oration at the grave of O'Donovan Rossa the previous year. The performances are excellent. Mrs Gogan, played by Deirdre Molloy, balances crassness with the pretensions of properness beautifully, Joe Hanley is comic but not caricatured as Fluther, and Kate Brennan inhabits the role of Rosie. / Cora Burke

Forget your creaky '80s horrors, the one thing that scared me above all else as a child was the scene near the end of Robert Zemeckis' live-action/animated classic where the true nature of the squeaky-voiced toon who haunts private eye Eddie Valiant (Bob Hoskins, coping admirably with having to play opposite an idiotic anthropomorphic rabbit) is revealed. Despite loving the rest of the film, I actually had to leave the room when that bit came on. Terrifying climax aside, the film is still a delight and manages to carry off an affectionate and slyly subversive noir parody in a world where cartoon characters and humans co-exist. Talk of a sequel occasionally surfaces, but I think the original is best left as it is - a genuine one off. Now if only I could bring myself to watch the ending. Win Tickets / Conor McDevitt

IMMA are making brilliant use of the Annexe at Earlsfort Terrace during their holiday from their usual Kilmainham base. The concentration on video installations suits the space down to the ground. Stepping into a darkened room, we all sat, laid, became entangled on the floor, waiting for colour to emerge on the screen. When colour did appear, it was mesmerising. A mouth. Iterating words. Something that is so constant to us in everyday life becomes alien when the rest of the face is removed. Children in the room stared, mouths agape. The words of Beckett become otherworldly. Each 'BANG. And then silence.' becomes eerie. It doesn't matter that the mouth is the delectable Julianne Moore, or that the director is Hollywood heavyweight Neil Jordan, this is all about Beckett. / Hugo Tuck

We all must know the Black Keys by now; two college dropouts playing rugged indie rock with a swagger reminiscent of 1950s Chicago blues. Their 2010 breakthrough into the mainstream with Brothers came as somewhat of a shock to long-time fans, given that their five previous albums had remained in relative obscurity, despite having songs featured in everything from Victoria Secret commercials to Zombieland. However whether or not you liked them before they were cool has little bearing on the fact that for a decade now, they have delivered a consistent stream of stellar tunes. It also has little bearing on the fact that you would trample your girlfriend if she got in the way whilst you rock out at their live show. As they’ve stepped it up to a headline gig in the O2 this time around, there’s going to be a lot of angry girlfriends. / Jerath Head