A third of the way into Identity (tell me John Cusack's in a movie, and I'll usually toddle along...), I turned to the Male and said: "This is going to be one of those movies where they all die one at a time, isn't it? Why did you bring me to this?"

Two thirds of the way through I forgave him. And then some. Fantastic premise. Just great. And well - uh - executed. Pardon the pun.

Plus, John Cusack. Doing his slightly-startled mind-blown squirrel impersonation. As he does so well.

(Earlier today, I was accosted by a man-sized green koala bear. It was on the footbridge over the river, narrow space, nowhere to go. I thought I was a gonner, but I managed to hip-and-shoulder a businessman into the oddly-coloured marsupial's path, and made a run for it.)