I don't understand why LaBeouf watched all of his movies consecutively in reverse chronological order. Neither do I understand why I felt innately enticed to watch him do so.
Danny Boyle's 'Steve Jobs' offers an insight into the man behind the turtle neck and Michael Fassbender nails the part...
If he chose to reveal himself and his status, then that would be a story, and a positive story at that. But it is certainly not his responsibility to do so, despite what The Sun might think and who have, in the process, potentially helped undo years of work battling the stigma attached to HIV.
Skip to 2002, and the 12 rating became advisory shortly after the release of Sam Raimi's Spider-Man. Now it really was "Still a PG, but we're serious this time". And then the bastard thing took over cinema as we know it.
Suffragette creates and continues a dialogue; it places the recognition of oppression in a modern context; it encourages us to re-evaluate situations of inequality. In Maud's simple closing words of the film: 'Lead on'.
'Brooklyn' can't fail to charm and Saoirse Ronan's terrific - Aptly titled 'Burnt' seems more akin to a bland Gordon Ramsey TV throwback - Davis Gugge...
Craig is terrific in the lead role. Still not my favourite Bond, but he's slipped into the role again like a comfy pair of shoes. Dave Bautista is great as a lethal henchman, Lea Seydoux is glacially cool and sexy, while Monica Bellucci is magnetic, despite too little time on screen.
Earlier this week, while watching a re-run of Charmed over cereal, I naively decided to list my top five favourite witches on Twitter. The backlash was surprising; everyone had their own opinions. This more comprehensive ranking is an attempt to placate my critics before they turn me into a frog.
'Black Souls' is a gripping, powerful and realistic mafia crime drama - 'Taxi Tehran', Jafar Panahi's 2015 Berlinale winner offers an innovative, insightful and witty glance at modern day Iran - Kevin Allen places a surreal visual fantasy touch to Dylan Thomas's masterpiece, 'Under Milk Wood.'
As the rest of the prequels were released I felt my love for Star Wars slipping. The Rebel Alliance tattoo on my shoulder began to feel, dare I say, a bit silly and I thought to myself, perhaps this is time to let childish things go, time to grow up.
With Spectre now packing in audiences in cinemas across the world, it's the perfect time to indulge in a bit of fantasy secret agent work. I for one am not averse to slaying imaginary criminal masterminds before making my getaway in my imaginary jet-powered car.
At one point, the villain tells Bond that the elaborate torture he is about to carry out will take away his memories. He then carries out the torture - with no effect. Yet this is never mentioned! That torture machine must have cost a fortune, I hope he kept the receipt.
The difficulty now, amid the dazzle and spectacle of Spectre, is that there is nothing left for Bond to say. The narcissism is played out. The interest is gone.
Can it ever be OK to lose ourselves completely in a film, book or piece of music - and yet contribute nothing to those people who made that experience possible?
This film is moving and empowering beyond words and afterwards I had a little cry in the toilet. These are our foremothers and finally their story is being told on the same scale as all the other men who have changed history (because they were allowed to). Every human needs to watch this.
Fresh Dressed is a fascinating chronicle of hip-hop, urban fashion, and the hustle that brought over-sized trousers and graffiti-drenched jackets from the street to high fashion's catwalks and Middle America shopping malls.