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Since Otar Left is the best French film I have seen in ages. This may be in part because it is set and stars predominantly Georgians. Or it might be because it is the debut feature of Julie Bertucelli whose previous gigs have been Assistant Directing[…]

Girls Aloud-The Show
Tom may have already written about this, but we can call this a remix. Obviously when the initial rush subsides we will all be properly capable of analysing this record, in a measured and balanced way. Ugh!

The most striking thi[…]

Whilst obviously I am keenly aware that everyone is innocent until proven guilty, there’s still a degree of heart-warming satisfaction to a story like this, especially after the good news about the fit and proper persons test DB mentioned below[…]

Humble Pi: Portugal v Greece remains my favourite game of Euro2004 so far (that I’ve seen). Partly that’s because it seemed a fine clash between opposing approaches; partly it’s because the underdog won; partly it was the Greeks&#82[…]

I’m off on holiday tomorrow. Pre-hols linkage:
Lacunae has MP3s now. Of course we were all reading it anyway.
Party music for jaded cynics – clubbing blog, promises details of ‘goings-on’.
Chuck Eddy on country duo Big & […]

Martin Skidmore says:
I have ended up reviewing this after Lang’s Metropolis, arguably its spiritual grandfather, another film of workers revolting against a mad and repressive state. This is less controlled, original and masterly in many ways[…]

I have always been wary of pubs named after the geographical area in which they reside. I am always extra wary when they only just make it into that catagory. It seems a bit presumptuous, as if to say they are the pub the area is named after (which i[…]

I’m Not Scared has a moment of horrific resonance for anyone who has watched the news over the last two months about halfway in. The little blonde child who has been kidnapped and hidden in a muddy hole is confronted by our ten year old hero Mi[…]

In this film Robert Morley is fed his own minced up poodles in a pie by Vincent Price. I really should stop there, if that does not convince you of the utter genius of Theatre Of Blood, not much of the rest of this will. Vincent Price hams it up some[…]