I don't get it. Seriously, I just don't get it. The incredible reviews for La La Land are staggering. What have they seen that I haven't? Oh, before I carry on I have to announce SPOILER ALERT for fear of ruining it for those who haven't seen it - or as I like to call them, the lucky ones.
(Photo: Andrew Garfield and Yosuke Kubozuka in Silence, courtesy of Paramount) Martin Scorsese's new epic Silence is an exploration of belief, faith...
If there were an Oscar for most intimate, challenging and inspiring true-life tale, the gong would be going straight to 'Life, Animated' - the story of Owen Suskind, and his journey back to his loved ones from autistic silence, through his love of Disney.
Although the director, Andy Tennant, didn't nail a consistent tone throughout the film, the main problem was the writing. Like they always say in Hollywood - nothing can overcome a poorly written script, no matter how great the acting.
You have to take the rough with the smooth at film festivals. Sometimes the films are so impenetrable that boos break out among those left by the end. Sometimes the applause lasts for a full two minutes and nobody leaves early.
Not everything can be as good as The X-Files. But I had nothing to worry about with Stranger Things and I knew it within 7 minutes into the pilot (and yes, I noted the time I texted my sister cursing her for recommending a show that made me want to crap my pants already).
'Cosmos,' Andrzei Zulawski's first film in 15 years, adapted from Witold Grombowicz's 1965 novel of the same name defies classification but offers an intriguing, bizarre, wonderfully absurd, hilarious, surreal, reference littered and visually gorgeous cinematic feast wrapped in Andrzej Korznski's romantic score - a crazy expressionist cinematic delight.
In passing I mentioned to a chef friend at Heston Blumenthal's Fat Duck that I was going to Washington DC. He stopped in his tracks, putting his knife down and looking me with the intense gaze of a man not to be messed with..
Lana and I went for brunch today at a place she's been raving about for years. Hidden in a former clothing factory in Hackney, the entrance is totally unmarked. Parking directly outside the front door we headed in, past what is now a private dining room, which apparently used to be a drag performance space. Sad that's gone.
I've always loved bad reviews. Opening the weekend papers, I hope that AA Gill or Giles Coren will have had a negative restaurant experience or watched some bad TV, because their negative comments are written with such exquisite disgust and delicious, satisfying venom.
Two evictions down and the novelty of 'the amazing new series' has begun to wear off slightly. I'm still thoroughly enjoying things so far; however two weeks in we've lost I feel the two strongest characters yet and I'm questioning whether the entertainment will decline.
Gianfranco Rosi's camera lays witness to this European refugee crisis through two locals, 12-year-old Samuele who loves to hunt, shoot his slingshot and mess around and Dr. Pietro Bartolo, still compassionate and caring after treating refugees for 25 years.
The narrator of Kate O'Riordan's new book, 'A disturbing thriller of sexual obsession and family secrets', is a middle-aged woman. Oddly, I only realised this half-way through the first chapter, having what some people might call a 'self-reflective reading style', where I constantly assume that the lead character is myself.
The film is a fly on the wall documentary of three ordinary young gay men who live in the extra-ordinary world that is the bifurcated society of Tel-Aviv.
When Shane Black co wrote and directed The Nice Guys, he must have been buoyant from the success of Iron Man 3 and thought Russell Crowe and Ryan Gosling would be perfect as the 1970s detectives trying to crack the mystery of a dead porn star. Alas, they aren't.
Shane Black's 'The Nice Guys' is a zany, free-for-all, private eye odd couple, crazy comedy caper with great one-liners.