Made for TV movies are hard to judge. If it’s made for the BBC, then chances are it’ll be better than most things that make it to the local cinema. If it’s a film found at the tail end section of your Skybox however, then you’re likely to find a

Seven-foot meat monsters, flying mustaches, arranged arachnicide, parallel universes, countless floppy jokes and a literal door-knob. Confused yet? That’s exactly how I felt after watching John Dies At The End. Arranging this film into any sort of coherence is nearing on impossible mostly because the film itself is a mish-mash of

Richard Burton. Richard Harris. Roger Moore. My word that's a lot of drunken charm to endure. Personally with this line up they could be touching up a picket fence whilst getting high on paint fumes and I'd still watch it. But in any case: a quick plot run through. Richard Burton's

Witnessing the London Iranian Embassy Siege of 1980 producer Euan Lloyd rushed to call his lawyer so he could buy the rights to the title 'Who Dares Wins'. The title being the moto of SAS regiment who stormed the embassy after 5 days of stalemate. The SAS had until this

There are some evenings made for lounging with a tumbler of whiskey and a cheeseboard, watching a subtitled French movie about existentialism (weekly occurrence for me. You mean you don’t?) There are some evenings more suited to slouching on your friend’s sofa eating Chinese takeaway and watching an American teen