There is no shortage of adaptations that suffer from comparisons to their source material, but Uli Edel’s misguided Last Exit to Brooklyn suffers more acutely than most. I’d hate to think that any novel is unfilmable, but perhaps I just l[…]

Kinda scary …
… until you reach the end of the article and find out how big they are.[…]

So there is this Italian restaurant on Battersea High Street. And it is apparently quite nice, but obviously needs the punters in. Because certain nights of the week it will do you half price food. Those nights are Monday, Wednesday and Friday. […]

Grumbleweed Facts for Andrew. I remember nothing about them.[…]

I was about to moan about the number of Saul Bass press releases-cum-articles doing the rounds when I found this voice of reason in, of all places, the Guardian. Title sequences are obviously important, but importing auteurism into this particular fi[…]

The Advert Channel: standard pub ‘what if’ joke comes true. I particularly like the idea that there will be actual adverts inbetween the, um, other adverts.[…]

i am become LAYOFF, the shatterer of worlds[…]

Upper Clapton in East London was once an up and coming area. Henry VIII owned Brook House, a 15th century country manor, now an ugly sixth form college. That was its heyday. The Krays lived in the area for a while, but considered it too rough.
A coup[…]

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All of them involve some sort of portraiture or action shots of people. These ten are all quite badly posed, titled and presented, but I feel uncomfortable about also pointing and laughing at ugly and/or poorly dressed people. And surely every l[…]

The Nags Head, Kinnerton Street, London SW1: A lot of the pubs we write about here have unpromising exteriors but great atmospheres. This is a pub which looks great and has a really promising, trad-boozer interior but feels lifeless. Its position in […]