Tom Hardy plays both Reggie and Ronnie Kray in this film tells the story of the identical twin gangsters, two of the most notorious criminals in British history, and their organised crime empire in the East End of London during the 1960s.
Director Rick Famuyiwa wears his influences very heavily on his sleeve. The Breakfast Club even receives a namecheck here (Malcolm's final speech will remind viewers of the closing soliloquy given by Brian "The Brain" in John Hughes' classic movie). And there is more than a passing nod to Spike Lee's films Do The Right Thing and School Daze.
There may not be too many British Films around - most of them have gone to Toronto - but British actors seem to be two-a-penny. Not that Johnny Depp is British but playing his brother in the crime thriller Black Mass is none other than Benedict Cumberbatch.
Body image is huge for women; this in itself is not big news as we are now fully conversant with eating disorders, dieting, obesity, exercise and the media's obsession with what women look like. The media are calculated in their targeting of women and fuel comparison and jealousy - already huge factors in how we exist in society as a whole.
I attended the press screening of Aaaaaaaah! a couple of weeks ago & the film completely haunted me. Images and thoughts from the movie were triggered by day-to-day life. In that sense it is extremely powerful and well crafted, well acted.
It is a deeply depressing tale. The young boy and his family are first seen sheltering in a village some way away from the coup which is destroying the government forces of their unnamed state. Their hopes of avoiding the conflict between government and rebel forces are ruined when government troops arrive and start slaughtering those who they believe are supporting the coup...
The N.W.A and West Coast rap story is so remarkable that it's unlikely that Straight Outta Compton will be the final cinematic word on the story - John Singleton has long been mooted to be working on a Tupac biopic - but as a first run at its subject matter, it's a riveting attempt that overcomes some lackadaisical writing and character development to deliver the knockout blows where it truly matters.
Until we put an end to the constant attack on women for their appearance, not managing to be a stay-at-home mum and full on career woman AT THE SAME TIME, nipping out for a paper sans make-up, wearing too much make-up, looking older, having surgery to prevent looking older... we shall fail to be a healthy, happy society.
Everest is one of those cinematic spectacles that doesn't insult the intelligence of its audience and tries to tell the truth about an extraordinary adventure as solidly and dramatically as it can.
Responsible dad act aside, I couldn't help sitting there thinking what would happen if Pixar released an Inside Out sequel about life inside the ADULT brain. Imagine what that would look like? So I tried to draw it...
I remember watching Shocker on a VHS all-nighter with my cousin Gav. Watching the basketball-induced head explosion in Deadly Friendwith my jaw hanging open. And Scream. God, how I remember watching that, in a packed cinema absolutely fizzing with tension. Watching and wondering just how one guy could get so good at this.
I held a mistaken belief for a long time that sober was a static place of being. That it was starting with an instantly perfect package. Luckily I was wrong. Because if I had been right. If sobriety had turned up in the guise of instant perfection? Well that would make it the end, rather than the beginning. I couldn't have gone anywhere from there.
More and more the question being asked is "is to all worth it?" The cynics suggest that a big, starry American film will make its way at the box-office whether or not it wins a Festival prize. And an art movie from a small country will be bought and shown all over the world if it is good enough.
I'd love it if people who wanted to know the realities of cancer read real accounts of living with cancer, either written by sufferers or those close to them, and if we could dispel these ideas that cancer is all bald heads, cake, trips abroad, and profound moments.
I've always been hankering for more. As a physiotherapist, it is half science and half art, and I do love both. But at school, I was always an artist first, and science took second place. My teenage hobby was making super-8 films. In a funny way, I still feel like an artist and somehow I want down the wrong path.
It's not often a children's movie comes out that is not only funny and educational, but explains mental processes more clearly than most neuroscientists can. Although let's face it, if anyone was going to achieve it, it would be Pixar who have a record of making movies that make us laugh, cry, and think (sometimes all at once).