As an entertainment journalist, I should not feel lucky to work somewhere that hasn't fuelled speculation over whether Amber is telling truth, or given a platform to Johnny's pals who, of course, find the idea that he could physically harm a woman ridiculous. But that's the position I've found myself in.
Given the unreal success of Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland, it was inevitable, I suppose, that Disney would head straight to its sequel, Through the Looking Glass and What Alice Found There. But Alice Through the Looking Glass is a heartless adaptation. The poignancy of Lewis Carroll's moral lesson on how precious time is becomes lost in a CGI-fest that's all spectacle and no soul.