I love a good documentary and there are few better than those made by Adam Curtis. He painstakingly trawls through the BBC’s archives weaving rushes of footage together to tell a story. His subject matter varies from politics to advertising but his latest effort, Bitter Lake, focuses mostly on a part of the world that seems to be forever in the news: Afghanistan.
Remember when Channel 4 made TV that was shocking, original, inspiring as well as interesting? I do because I'm of a certain age but younger viewers may not.
Being the modern man that I am the idea of going to the newly opened Arthouse cinema in Crouch End to watch a film about gays, lesbians and miners at their parent and baby cinema screening isn’t something that fazes me.
Until recently my Bob Marley knowledge consisted of two things: he had dreadlocks and he made some popular music of the reggae variety so when the opportunity to see Kevin MacDonald's Marley biopic presented itself it seemed like a quick way to boost my knowledge to expert levels.
I went to see the Senna documentary on Monday night at the Barbican cinema (thanks City of London staff discount!) with fellow motor racing fanatic, Rob. Being a lifelong Formula 1 fan - I know, I hide it well - and Senna devotee I was really looking forward to it, especially as every review I'd read had given it a glowing report.
Everyone's familiar with the story of Aron Ralston, the hiker who got his arm pinned beneath a boulder in a freak hiking accident and ended up having to amputate his trapped limb with little more than a blunt pen-knife.
We went to see The Social Network last Friday with Isabella and Joe and seeing as it was better than expected I thought I'd post something about it. I won't waste anyone's time by explaining what the Facebook phenomenon is, everyone knows, but perhaps, like me, you don't know quite so much about the back-story and this is what the film attempts to tell.
We went to see The Runaways film in Camden last night. Before I get on to telling you about the film I have to mention Hache, the restaurant we went to for pre-film dinner. They do the best burgers I've had in a long time so if you ever find yourself on Inverness Street with an overwhelming desire for meat, head to Hache, you won't be disappointed.
I can't wait for This Is England '86 to start tonight. This Is England is one of my favourite films from the last few years and when I heard that Channel 4 had persuaded Shane Meadows, and others, to try taking the characters to the small screen I began anticipating something brilliant. The format is four hour-long episodes over four weeks rather than a traditional series of six or more episodes which is perfect because there's much more time to develop the characters and plot.
We went to see Toy Story 3 with Jack and Rachel yesterday at the Wood Green Cineworld multiplex. I'd watched the trailers, read all the excellent reviews and was amazed that Rotten Tomatoes had given something 99% so arrived well prepared and excited. The reviews you've read are right, it's the best of the three and the comment in Culture was spot on too, it does 'make grown men cry'. I'm not ashamed. There wasn't a dry eye in the house, even Kate cried and she usually keeps her composure whilst I'm sobbing like a pathetic baby.
I can't remember when I first heard about Chris Morris's latest project, the soon-to-be-released jihad comedy, Four Lions. There's so much rumour and gossip on the web about what he may or may not be up to it's hard to cut through the crap and find the truth so I take it all with a large pinch of salt.
I had the pleasure of visiting The Future Gallery last night to see Incident at Loch Ness, my first Werner Herzog film. The space itself had been transformed from a gallery into an indoor oasis by the good people of Cafe du Pique-Nique. There was ultra-realistic fake grass on the floor, trees, benches and blankets to sit on and all manner of tasty drinks and picnic style food at the bar.
I went along to the Curzon Soho yesterday to see the new Banksy film that isn't really about Banksy and is more about the haphazard antics of his friend Thierry 'Terry' Guetta - no relation to David as far as I know.