I have yet to see the new Les Misérables film, mainly because my friend described it as “so long and they NEVER STOP SINGING” (I’ll try to get her to write a guest review). I have, however, just seen another film dedicated to exploring the harrowing existence of the poor and
By Laura Owen. Peter Jackson’s highly awaited follow up from the Lord of the Rings success packed Cinema’s in keen anticipation of a film to rival the mania of his previous Middle Earth adventures. Having a strong presence of British actors the film was certainly a hit on the big screen at
Find a hotpot, add Lenox Lewis, some adorably clichéd plot fillers, an evil mob and throw it all into a garrison run Jamaica and what do you get? An action-drama that, although a little prosaic, has a political heart more compelling than your customary blockbuster and some heartfelt moments to
It's almost impossible for anyone to separate the politics of the War on Terror from Katherine Bigelow's Oscar nominated drama. The film certainly pulls no punches when it comes to the representation of real world events, from the chilling opening using voice recordings from 9/11 victims you know you are
I don't know if you noticed this or anything but you feel like shit. Yes you! Why? Because you're sticking that Grade Z moo cow hoof down your gullet, washed down no doubt with a tasty beverage of sugar cubes, mystery-diroxideX and Unobtanium. You sir/madam are a disgrace. Before you
