The Ipcress File opened at London's Leicester Square Theatre fifty years ago on March 18, 1965. It quickly established an all-time house record in daily take and admissions as long lines formed around the block, and enjoyed a similar success in almost every market it played.
X plus Y does a great job of mirroring some of my own feelings. I can easily relate to the socially awkward young Nathan, away from home for the first time, in an unfamiliar land. In the true story, one major difference is that I was interested in China since long before the maths competitions. It started at about the age of 13 when I started reading Chinese novels.
Cross the doomy chiaroscuro and skewed perspectives of classic film noir with the cussed fatalism and strange apparitions of folk music and you have a seductively dark result that reflects a whole mess of contemporary sound and screen-culture.
I often think about where a talent in mathematics comes from? Is it a side effect of having Aspergers? If I can't understand the society around me, Maths might seem like the easiest subject to relate to. A pure subject, untainted by human bias.
Young onset dementia means that trying to live in the moment is a challenge because the future is always lurking in the background revealing my fears. I don't know what the future holds so the fears can be overwhelming.
The film is funny in parts as we see Alice try to make light of her fading memory. There's a funny little exchange between her and her husband (played by Alec Baldwin) where he lectures her for forgetting that they had dinner plans. She replies sarcastically; "Well, I'm sorry. I forgot. I have dementia."
if mass popularism of BDSM is coming, some of our friends and acquaintances are going to get into it, or come out that they're already into it. Then, being supportive friends, it's going to impact our life too. With Fifty Shades of Grey as a point of reference, we'll get theme park BDSM.
Celia Imrie's comments in Glamour villainise women - like me - who hate being catcalled. But we don't need to "lighten up" about catcalling, we need to shout about it and tell the world that IT'S NOT OKAY.
No one says they want to get rid of the NHS. Everyone praises it, across all parties. It is about as powerful a symbol of goodness that we have, so it would be too dangerous not to. But for decades now, there has nevertheless been a systematic undermining of its core values.
What happens if you mix classic British sitcom Waiting For God with Slumdog Millionaire? You get a bittersweet comedy with a Bollywood feel, aka The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel.
This year's Academy Awards ceremony, at four hours long, required a similar amount of endurance as some of the heavier dramas nominated. The difference is that whilst Neil Patrick-Harris' role as compère offered welcome comic relief, the winners of the 'big four' provided little.
Okay, it's not as clever as some of the best episodes of Hustle or classic movie The Sting, but it looked terrific, the leads were magnetic and there were some splendid scenes.
With awards season is in full swing, it was great to see dementia being brought to the forefront of conversation as Julianne Moore was awarded an Oscar for her role in Still Alice. One person in particular who was touched by the film was Lesley Loizou who works at Anchor's West Hall, a care home that offers specialist dementia care.
On screen women should be heroes and villains and navigate narratives that reassure us that the crap we go through isn't just us and we can aspire to be more than just a Bond girl. We need to gatecrash this boy's club that Hollywood is and encourage more females to make movies that tell our stories.
For studios, awards season is less about direct profit than it is a long-term exercise in branding. Awards help give the studio and actors a reputation for quality, allowing them to go on and sell bigger-budget films.
'Catch Me Daddy', the UK directorial feature debut from Daniel & Matthew Wolfe with honour killing as it's theme is ambitious, stunning and gripping cinema. Kornel Mundruczo's 'White God' is a unique, bizarre, audacious and extraordinary tale of a canine uprising on the streets of Budapest.