I, in turn, have just spent the day being thrown about a lot, too, albeit in a metaphorical way. It began at 9am with a screening of Oliver Stone's new action film, Savages, in which Aaron plays Ben, a sexy Californian dude who produces high-grade marijuana and lives in blissed-out harmony with his equally hunky best buddy, Chon (Taylor Kitsch), an Iraq war vet, and their shared squeeze, O (Blake Lively), who is equally in love with both of them and not averse to the odd skunk-fuelled threesome. Then a Mexican drug cartel, represented by a seriously evil-looking Benicio del Toro, turns up and things take a turn for the worse, both for our loved-up, spaced- out threesome and for the film in general. Savages is Oliver Stone in overdrive: a mixture of machismo, buddy love, hippy mysticism and extreme violence, wrapped up in a storyline that is as entertaining – and sometimes unintentionally hilarious – as it is implausible.