At the age of 30 and with just three films to his name, Paul Thomas Anderson has already been granted the heady power of the Final Cut. He tells John Patterson how he cruised into the top flight of Hollywood directors

Billy Bob Thornton makes a perfect Santa Claus -- if you like yours drunk, swearing and stained with urine. He talks to John Patterson about his most cynical and funny film yet.

The Farrelley brothers' new filthfest Me, Myself and Irene opened last week. John Patterson hails its lavatorial lineage.

And the Oscar for best actor goes to ... the weather. (Or, why we are all such suckers for a natural disaster explains John Patterson.

At the age of 30 and with just three films to his name, Paul Thomas Anderson has already been granted the heady power of the Final Cut. He tells John Patterson how he cruised into the top flight of Hollywood directors

Billy Bob Thornton makes a perfect Santa Claus -- if you like yours drunk, swearing and stained with urine. He talks to John Patterson about his most cynical and funny film yet.

The Farrelley brothers' new filthfest Me, Myself and Irene opened last week. John Patterson hails its lavatorial lineage.

And the Oscar for best actor goes to ... the weather. (Or, why we are all such suckers for a natural disaster explains John Patterson.