What to make of Respiro? A lovely sunny movie, plenty of quaint island shenanigans with lots of cute kiddies running around being absolutely beastly to one another. Or a disturbing film about mental illness. It wants to be the former, I was drifting […]

One question about LCTR:TCOL. What is the BBC doing as one of the production companies? Sure it is as shoddy as much of their idea of adventure fayre (hello The Lost World or Walking With Bob Hoskins), but is this type of tosh really what the British[…]

Swimming Pool? Is that title supposed to make us think that it is deep? Why can’t it just be a good, old fashioned mystery thriller without attempting to get all existential on our ass? The plot: English mystery author Charlotte Rampling (playi[…]

“The Pope is getting Married” is, in theory, a cracking opening line. Things look even better when, within ten pages we get this crisp piece of dialogue: ‘ “How could you even think of defying me? I’m the fucking Pope!&[…]

Tom talks about San Miguel below – I had the privilige of driving past one of its main Spanish breweries last night (a welcome adjunct to Malaga airport). I must admit however it is not a beer I favour. There is a very metallic tang to its tast[…]

I have a feeling that I am the only one who likes the vaguely redemptive ending of Roger Dodger. Most reviews I have seen think it is a cop out that at the end of this admittedly slimy mans day of breakdown that there could be anywhere for him to go.[…]

or publisher, but I always assume debutantes to be female. It is the fault of the publisher that Gary Shteyngart’s The Russian Debutante’s Handbook has a picture of a woman on the cover. Whilst there are a few strong female characters in […]

There is a point during the new print of Mr Hulot’s Holiday currently screening in London where there is a slight frisson of fear amongst the audience. Is this going to be subtitled? It is an interesting question – much is made of Jacque […]

I’m not sure if I have ever eaten anything but chips in a Sam Smith’s pub. They all seem to do food; various menus – usually laminated paper – dot their pubs unnoticed until the bar staff come round and whip them away at nine.[…]

Sometimes David Bowie’s love of technology is the funniest thing in the world. There is nothing new about seeing live events in a cinema. They used to do this with boxing in the seventies. If you can’t be arsed to travel and want to recre[…]