L ast month, it felt impossible to avoid people banging on about going to the cinema. Walking through Leicester Square on any average weeknight, you’d be greeted by multiple groups in bright pink garb (bonus points for greeting each other with: “hey, Barbie!”) heading to the new Greta Gerwig, slightly shellshocked viewers emerging from the decidedly more intense Oppenheimer, and the odd cluster of brave punters in the business of attempting both. In terms of hype around a new release, Barbenheimer feels hard to top; but there’s still plenty more to come in London’s summer of film. From dedicated seasons...