They were cheesy and full of bright colours, big hair and even bigger shoulder pads, but the 80s were a seminal decade for movies. I know there are some notables that haven't made the cut, but I can't include everything. That is the nature of lists. They start and they end.
It was my second day as a HuffPo intern... I noticed an owl flutter past the window with a letter clutched in its beak. An owl?! During day time?! In Central London?! What more, the letter was addressed to me, 'Miss Vicky Chan, Desk by the Kitchen, Capper Street, London'.
Is there anything to say in drama about politics when all the drama has been carefully squeezed out of real politics?
How much exposition do you need in a film? Those clunky scenes when characters discuss plot, stitching Scene A to Scene B? Obviously film is a visual medium, so in theory nobody needs say anything.
I've made a film called Leave to Remain - an odd title that displays the absurdly English wordplay that describes the 'permission' that the home office grants asylum seekers to give them 'leave' to 'remain' in this country either definitely or indefinitely. It's a fitting title for the wilfully confusing system that determines worthiness for refugee status.
Much has been made of how the two girls in the Zoffany painting inspired my writing of Belle. As important to me was the invisible third person in the painting, the man who put them there in terms of such equality: Lord Chief Justice Lord Mansfield. From the outset I went in search of the historical Lord Mansfield and I found him between two judgements....
The film-makers treat the audience with a degree of respect, and even though many of the gags seemed to go over the heads of many teenage cinema goers, for a fan of meta comedy such as Mike Myers' finest works, this was like catnip.
'Of Horses and Men' is extraordinary, quirky, adventurous and inventive. A tale of love and death, wonderfully absurd and unique...
X-Men: Days of Future Past opens with a vision of what is to come; a smoking, smouldering post-apocalyptic wasteland where the few remaining mutants shelter in the barren crags, darting through the rubble, trying to avoid extermination at the hands of sinister, implacable robots - the Sentinels.
The public has grown sick at heart. It has grown bored, and in growing bored, has itself become boring, today incapable of expressing any idealism owing to its new-found impotency, borne of the satiation of its sensual needs.
The Syria crisis may have fallen off the news agenda, but it hasn't gone away. Every month around 100,000 Syrians become refugees. Again and again I was told the humanitarian situation is extremely fragile and critically underfunded, but there was enormous praise for Jordan - not a rich country by Middle Eastern standards, yet it is showing great generosity towards the Syrian people. This is an international crisis on an epic scale. It's a matter of global responsibility - Jordan and the other countries neighbouring Syria should not be bearing the brunt of this alone.
Oscar Grant (Michael B. Jordan), a 22-year-old Oakland, California resident wakes up on the morning of December 31, 2008 and feels something in the air. It's a sign that he needs to be a better son to his mother (Octavia Spencer), whose birthday it is, a better partner to his girlfriend Sophina (Melonie Diaz) and a better father to Tatiana (Ariana Neal), their four year-old daughter.
In the DRC women are already seen treated as objects, rather than individuals, in the eyes of society. If agents of the state are actively preventing women from empowering themselves and raising their voices to speak out against discrimination, gender-based violence and political sidelining, then the status quo is unlikely to change. If those brave individuals who do speak out against the government, or who speak for under-represented groups, are sexually tortured into submission, then others are not likely to follow in their footsteps.
The film had been declared a turkey of Christmas proportions. But, despite the glowering notices, despite the certified contempt of Monaco's royal family and despite, most woundingly, the absence of the film's producer Mr Weinstein, La Nicole slapped an enormous smile on her face, gripped the hands of fans as she climbed out of her car, wiggled her bare shoulders for the clicking masses and generally conducted herself, well, like a princess. Give that lady an Oscar, immediately.
Passionate, emotional and relevant. A nail biting tense thriller with a love triangle, full of suspence in the action filled narrow alleys of the West Bank.
The red carpet at the 67th annual Cannes Film Festival was awash with looks from the latest shows and pieces custom-created by fashion's biggest names, as stars of fashion and film walked the famous 24 steps of the Palais des Festivals