This year's Celebrity Big Brother has to go down as one of the most shambolic seasons in reality TV history. Just look at last Saturday night's show - an alleged sexual assault and derogatory racial slurs all in one episode.
Conversations are now elevated and scrutinized in an amphitheatre of social media. There are those that spectate, speculate, and jump on the bandwagon - whether that's with good intentions, or to kill the show. The Internet means that people don't forget words, and events are recorded forever at the end of a web search. Over time, the moment, context and goodwill crumbles away...
A low budget indie is chilling and uncomfortable viewing and oozes real horror, an emotionally rewarding coming-of-age movie on the banks of the Mississippi delights and a tongue-in-cheek surreal ballet of violence heralds the fastest gun in the South.
Working in my profession, you get used to taking far more notice of people's hairlines than you care to admit! Sometimes, one leaps out at you for bei...
Sit down. Shut up. Watch the film. Whittled to a more brand-friendly tagline by the copywriters at Orange Wednesdays, and looped into the internal monologues of every banter-adjacent punter in the cinema, this is a code by which one should always comport oneself at the movies. Hell, in life.
Whilst films have been borrowing western tropes since the inception of cinema, such as the ... 'good bad man', the last ten years have seen a resurgence of directors and writers paying the genre its dues after years of all take and no give.
It all becomes overwhelmingly jarring, like Schindler's List crossed with Saturday Night Live. What emotional reaction are we meant to have to the film?
Rather than spending time hammering Tarantino for his use of violence in his films, how about we get the US government on the blower? They're the ones who insist on upholding a Constitution that allows gun ownership, which was put together at a time when people only ever owned muskets.
It's difficult to engage with Django Unchained fully and you can't help but find yourself waiting for the next exchange between the three central performances. Swinging wildly between incendiary genre masterpiece to slow, plodding disaster it represents everything that is best and worst about the controversial director.
The story is refreshingly uncluttered, and the screenplay is packed full of great one liners, machismo grandstanding but also has a coarseness that reflects the unpalatable agendas of his antagonists. Tarantino is also on top of his game with the pen.
Spike Lee is no stranger to getting all up in Quentin Tarantino's business. He's berated Tarantino before for his use of the word 'n****r' in Jackie Brown, asking the question "What does he want to be made - an honorary black man?" as though skin colour is some kind of gentleman's club.
Tarantino has proved he's not afraid to take risks, or push the boundaries when demonstrating his artistry. In Django Unchained, Tarantino has undeniable created a vehicle to indulge in wild fantasy to such an excess, that he may need a stint in rehab to recover.