The idea behind Steve Niles comic and the subsequent film is so delicious (vampires in an Alaskan town where the sun doesn’t come up for a month) that it sort of writes itself. The problem is you should never let films write themselves, as cell[…]

Hope to have time to blog the various gastronomic delights of our weekend in San Sebastian / Donostia soon. But just to bear in mind that this small Spanish town and its environs have more Michelin stars than anywhere else in the world. You can pick […]

Well our slack timing has done us a favour here. Because all things Spice are knocking around again, and we aren’t completely succumb by nostalgia to justify its position. And has history been kind to the Spice Girls, and to Who Do You Think Yo[…]

Unlike the current trailer for the Iron Man film, which could not resist using the Black Sabbath track, Ratatouille avoids the use of “Rat In The Kitchen” throughout. Indeed like most Pixar films it eschews the sentimental song in favour of a sur[…]

In a move similar to The Freaky Trigger Top 25 Grants, one of our entries is not a Brand like the others. Where the others are marketing heavy representatives of an ethos, structure and mindset behind a product, number 16 is a person. A famous person[…]

Real actual poster for winning party in recent Swiss elections. Where is the political correctness WHEN YOU need it to go mad?

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The problem with The Heartbreak Kid is the problem of nearly all US black comedies over the last twenty years. US mainstream film-makers genuinely seem unable to construct dislikable leads. Not necessarily anti-heroes, but charismatic yet despicable […]

Jeremy Paxman looked awfully smug last night. Not that he never doesn’t look smug, smug is his metier, but there was a combination of factors. Firstly he’d had a good Newsnight, with a few zingers and the odd “come-off it”. Se[…]

Ok, I have not had the time to talk about films here for a while. This is because I have either been
a) Working
b) Watching films
c) Drinking.
Not in that order. Nevertheless like everyone else here I had a mini-essay about Control ready to go, which[…]

So farewell then Alison Lapper. Your reign on the fourth plinth in Trafalgar Square, annoying my Dad is to end. But you have been a tremendous presence there, reminding us of the power of statuary and the indomitable spirit of motherhood. But what, w[…]