The following post is from Lindsey Kalenborn (@lindseykal28 on Twitter)
2 out of 5 *****
Starring: Colin Farrell, Jessica Brown Findlay, Russell Crowe
After a descent in the quality in Colin Farrell work, (I’m looking in your direction, Fright Night) I was surprised and impressed with his nuanced performance in Saving Mr. Banks. His portrayal of a loving father who is doomed by his alcoholism was a performance of impressive complexity. I walked into A New York Winter’s Tale with renewed faith in Farrell’s abilities, and eagerly awaited to see what his latest venture had in store for me. (more…)
When I were but a lad, I loved all the Marvel characters. You may have seen a photo of me dressed as Spider-Man in 1983. You may also have seen a photo of me dressed as Spider-Man in 2013. Unfortunately for the 1983 version if me, growing up in Doncaster, there was nothing remotely resembling a comic store. I did read comics, but the Beano wasn’t exactly The Avengers. Even now, in the UK, comic book shops remain a niche phenomenon that you might find in the larger shopping malls dotted around the country.
But now we have iPads, and we have Comixology. I didn’t waste any time getting into reading comics, although I must admit that my reading is still limited to the Marvel universe. More than anything, its a question of disposable income. I don’t have as much of it as I’d like, so my entertainment purchases are chosen carefully. I limit myself to reading Superior Spider-Man, and Deadpool. At £2.49 per comic, twice a month, I’m looking at a little under a £10 per month commitment. Of course, I only have to buy these comics to satisfy my own urges, I’m not in a contract. But to compare my comic spending to other well known services, it’s nearly two Netflix accounts, or two and a half Simply Everythings, or one Spotify Premium.
3 1/2 out of 5 *****
Starring: Chiwetel Ejiofor, Lupita Nyong’o, Michael Fassbender, Sarah Paulson, Benedict Cumberbatch, Adepero Oduye, Alfre Woodard
It speaks volumes when a filmmaker has a distinctive tonality to their work after only three films. With Hunger and Shame, Steve McQueen has made movies of searing intensity. His latest, 12 Years a Slave is no different. It’s a film that speaks softly, with intermittent sequences of thundering potency. (more…)
In which our heroes discuss various games that came out this year and Jack sounds like he might die. But doesn’t.
Also, jack broke rule number 137 of Skippy’s List.
The dust has settled on the 27th Leeds International Film Festival and I have had over two weeks to reflect on the 48 films that I managed to squeeze in to the 2 weeks of the festival. Don’t worry though, I’m not about to review every film as I pretty much did that already on twitter (@onewild) and also covered some of the films in podcast form on the current episode of Little Pod of Horrors.
3 1/2 out of 5 *****
Starring: Jennifer Lawrence, Josh Hutcherson, Donald Sutherland, Elizabeth Banks, Philip Seymour Hoffman, Willow Shields (more…)
The release of Janelle Monae’s sophomore album, The Electric Lady is one of those rare cultural occasions that demand my undivided attention. I’ve written before about why that is. However, it doesn’t feel apposite to write a review of lengthy prose. Apart from anything else, you can find people who are much better at that than me, such as Emily J. Lordi and Trudy from Gradient Lair.
Instead, I’m going to go through the album track by track, and see if it justifies the warm critical reception that it’s received:
SPOILER ALERT: This isn’t going to be a negative review. (more…)
As I begin to write this, the dust is settling on The Day of The Doctor. I’m afraid that I don’t have the capabilities to assemble my thoughts in ordered prose form right now. So in attempt to post something coherent, here’s a stream of consciousness detailing my reaction:
Yes, I know The Doctor’s not British. He’s not even a citizen of Earth. He’s Gallifreyan. But being from another planet didn’t seem to hinder Superman standing for “the American way”. Even in the world of genre-fiction, where the only ostensible boundary for a writer is their own imagination (and the show’s budget), the environs and characters that live on our screens tend to closely mirror aspects of their auteurs. The actor Mehcad Brooks recently touched on this topic stating that, “Superman’s from Krypton, but he has to look like Mitt Romney’s son.” (more…)