I've never really fancied deep sea diving, but it's certainly not on my list after watching The Dive. Sisters Drew and May get together for a remote adventure under the sea, and things quickly go wrong when a landslide causes rocks to tumble into the water, burying May 28 meters under the surface.

With her oxygen supply rapidly depleting, Drew has to make some hasty decisions. Does she try and get into the rental car's boot to find the tyre jack that might shift some rocks? Does she run to the house marked on the map that might contain someone who can call for help? With the seconds counting down, and other secrets buried for years surfacing as their lives look increasingly in peril, this is edge-of-seat stuff. A passing boat looks like it could be their salvation, but rapidly vanishes as quickly as it appears. I barely came up for air myself, and I've added this to my "good films that can be watched in 90 minutes" list. The sense of claustrophobia and the power of the sea really come across, and I'd recommend giving this one a whirl. Perhaps don't watch it if you're on a cruise ship, though.

Meanwhile, I revisited 2019's Queen & Slim, which was recently shown on BBC Three. It remains a powerful, evocative watch, and I'd forgotten about the devastating end sequence ("can I be your legacy?" "You already are"). Daniel Kaluuya and Jodie Turner-Smith are both terrifically effective in their roles, and it's one that will stay with you for a while after you've watched it. Some have likened it to Bonnie and Clyde. I'd argue it's got far more layers than this lazy comparison implies. Yes, we've seen many films about young lovers on the run, but this taps into what being black in America is like. If anything, things have only got worse in the four years since Queen & Slim was released in cinemas.

And this week, I also watched vampire fangfest Renfield, which could have done with a bit more Nicolas Cage and a bit less time filling, to be honest (although Nicholas Hoult as the Count's long-suffering, bug eating servant is pretty decent). True to form, Cage gives it his all as the narcissistic Dracula, but floats in and out of the slight story like a cape wearing crazy whirlwind. Renfield should work perfectly. It's got cartoonish gore, plenty of silliness, a decent cast, but sadly it doesn't all feel very focused. It's a bit of a waste of a good premise (Dracula's assistant breaking out of a toxic relationship), but I've certainly watched far worse. I'm convinced there is a good film buried in here somewhere, but I'm quite glad I didn't rush to see this one at the cinema.

Next up, it's Denzel Washingon in The Equalizer 3, Cobweb and Sound of Freedom. And there's still time for you to see Barbie if you haven't. Even though my mate Lee nodded off watching it, I'm convinced you'll enjoy it! It is definitely Ken-ough for a top cinema trip. Pass the pink candy floss!