I am still not sold by the name. Bisc & seems like a range made in marketing hell without any real sense of where it sits in the real world. It is a biscuit, the kind of thing which would be nice with a cup of coffee. AND it is a choclate bar. Y[…]

More French toss in the cinema, I don’t know why I still see go and see French films. Les Diables is the latest piece of shocking French cinema trying to titilate and teach us big things. Except the portrayal of an autistic girl is all wrong, w[…]

Okay, On The Beach is a nice elegaic title for it, but why? There is barely any beach action at all. The point of Shute’s novel is that there is no action full stop, just three hundred pages of post nuclear war fatalism. Emotional speculative f[…]

Under self command of Must Watch More Television, I settled down to Murder City last night. I like crime fiction, though less taken by police proceedurals, especially the cosy two hour ITV jolly old game variety. Well Murder City certainly isn’[…]

Would you trust a man with the middle name STRANGE as the US Secretary Of Defense?
If yes, go and see if that would be justified by seeing The Fog Of War.
If no, go and see if your expectations would be confounded by seeing The Fog Of War.
The most […]

Is it me or does “In The Middle” by the Sugababes sound like the Panorama theme tune? It is certainly as hard hitting as that now toothless documentary strand.[…]

To people who need to know this kind of thing. The Swimmer, Freaky Trigger occasional North London haunt, has swopped its range of Ridley’s Ales for a good selection of Fullers Ales. This is not necessarily a bad thing, though there was much lo[…]

Quite possibly the biggest issue avoided in the compellingly non-judgemental Capturing the Friedman’s, is the job of the eldest Friedman boy – David. The story of the documentary is simple. A middle aged computer teacher gets snaffled wit[…]

I am not just thinking of Matt Le Blanc here, though when the sitcom of the same name fumbles on to the screen next year we will really see if the stupid schtick can prop up a series. The least mentioned of the The Station Agent’s three lead ch[…]

I believe The Tin Can Tree was the last of Anne Tyler’s novels that I had not read, until she releases a new one. My reading of her novels follows my usual arc for authors that I really like. Upon discovery, I devour all her books I can find i[…]