A City by Song: Van Morrison’s Belfast
Coming down from Downpatrick, stopping off at St. John’s Point, out all day birdwatching. And…
Coming down from Downpatrick, stopping off at St. John’s Point, out all day birdwatching. And…
Many leagues from murky subway tunnels and transport yards of New York, Bond Street’s Opera…
Steve Thompson is a man of acquired taste and a taste for the curious. In…
Our resident obscure – the films, not the man – film man, Steve Thompson, stumbles…
You step off the dilapidated coach, warm trade winds kicking at the fedora you haggled…
It’s a curious facet of the human psychological condition that we actively seek to do…
I’m no fan of the 3D film. Something about having my eyes covered in any…
“I found myself fascinated and excited by Marley. At times it drew me close to tears. I didn’t of course, actually cry. In fact, had I cried, I would still probably say that I didn’t of course, cry.”
Adam Wingard’s 2010 film stands as an impressive achievement; intense performances, a restrained and understated…
Comfortably replete with Jarlsberg cheese, Vikingfjord Vodka and some wonderful Scandinavian pastries, you could be forgiven for thinking I’d forgotten I was there to review a film. But this was just the very genial introduction to a new Norwegian film hitting UK shores in April.
“Dispatched to settle the affairs of a recently deceased woman, Kipps arrives in a quaint but markedly rude village in the heart of the Victorian countryside. Under the chocolate-box veneer, dark undercurrents flow.”
“I pray the poor soul chancing upon this despair-smirched scrawl forgives the quality of my record. It has been four nights since last I slept. Frequent opium use has afforded little respite to my fractured sanity…”