This week, the boys complete their New Horizons derive; casting a wide net over the work of Cornish filmmaker Mark Jenkin. Between the devil and the deep blue sea, they set sail for Enys Men (his latest) before dipping their oars into Jenkin’s preceding forays into hand-cranked celluloid (Bait and Bronco’s House). Questions. What’s eating contemporary British filmmaking, and how can we escape the leery lobster-pot of hauntological homages and atavistic hauntings? Derrida’s spectres – Fisher’s ghosts. They’re knocking on the door and asking for a cup of sugar. Maybe it’s time we told them to get lost.