
Much Ado About Nothing was like an awesomerocket right into my brain.
Much Ado About Nothing was like an awesomerocket right into my brain.
Is it wrong to still fancy The Doctor even when he’s old?
Never have I been so aware of my body settling, fluid puddling in my swelling feet, my aching arse, as I was watching The Devil’s Plantation. A sort of Wisconsin Death Trip-esque film set in Glasgow, entirely composing of black and white shots of the city’s urban and rural landscapes while two voices narrate two unconnected strands of story that go nowhere. How I longed for a ned to headbutt the camera and put an end to it.
All romances about bisexual threesomes should have a happy ending.
Rat Fever is a real What The Fuck movie. A lassie pisses over the side of a boat while a man catches it in his haun.
A fascinating film about the first contact between Brazilian explorers and native Indians, and their subsequent attempts to avoid their physical and cultural extermination.
A tense psychological pressure cooker of a film that deals with horrifying truth that if you’re ever boarded by Somali pirates, your fate will be in the hands of a contract-negotiating, penny-pinching, pencil-necked businessman in a suit that costs more than your car, who has to answer to a board for how much he has spent on saving your life.
A long, slow, boring, French Wicker Man. The most entertaining scene is of a man who clucks at a chicken while it shits on a table.
Sobbing and weeping, watching How To Survive A Plague, a film that’s not so much a history of the AIDS epidemic as it is a history of the undying hope, courage and strength of those who chose to fight for their lives.