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I shan't talk of Star Wars, other than that it's not really made for me, and that's fine. And i won't say much of Honey Boy, because almost a week has passed since seeing it - it was alright, and moderately interesting. What i will say of, though, is Aquerela. I mean, who doesn't want to hear...

Snuck off last eve to the secret screening at my local Picturehouse, trotting gently for 10 minutes so that i would arrive unsuitably damp from rain and exercise. I had minor fears over having the secret of something mind-numbingly dull revealed to me - did you hear about Marjorie in reception...

Since the birth of mini-Meade tensions have unstoppably grown between his mother and I. We each love him so dearly, but our identities seemed to tiredly detach, or that which didn't match before for so long was shriekingly more apparent in the exhaustion, and we haven't the energy or spirit to...

Yeah, seems good. Sold out quickly at the film festival last month but was on at a time clashing with other flicks. Just in the cinema, hoarse and sickly, for a screening of Wings of Desire. I have a soya latte, that I could just about say to order, a can of sugar free coke, and a fresh packet...

So, The Irishman. The bringing together of legends to bid a collective farewell to their ne'er before seen full union. De Niro, Scorsese and Pacino for 3 and a bit hours, funded by Netflix with their youthening software and wealth to have De Niro in a creepy version of his prime for spells and...

Now that i remember, i snuck down to the local cinema to watch a surprise film a fortnight ago. Twas Luce. Whilst watching it i knew it would antagonise a friend from work, who is Eritrean and quite proud of it. The film is about young man who was adopted from "war-torn Eritrea" - that made him...

At this year's festival t'other week i resisted the allure of Monos as it was on general release so shortly after. I went to see it this evening, for a mere fiver, but wish i'd spent another tenner on it at the festival. What an intoxicating beauty of a film. So beautiful and mesmerising to...

Ok ok silence at the back. And no interruptions. I'm to talk of 8 films. And i think i'll do it in reverse order, meaning the ones seen longest ago will be remembered least and barely even mentioned, perhaps. First up is The Painted Bird. Well, this is a festival film and one i was glad to...

I just remembered that Rebel Wilson is in Jojo Rabbit too. I thought it best mentioned as a warning to those expecting non-stop laughs.

Now, onto the other films of the weekend. Um. What were they!? The fuzz around my brain says there were a few. Ok. Got it. First up was Brazilian western Bacurau. It won best picture at Cannes. I wouldn't go that far, but it was good and impactful. Set a few years in the future, they say to...

I nipped into see it between other films, and i'm a bit perplexed over my feelings for it. Joaquin was amazing, i thought, and that really makes the film, but jesus it's dour, and so like Taxi Driver and King of Comedy that i couldn't clasp it's specific identity. And i felt queasy with its take...

2 films yesterday, of mixed quality. First up was The Cold Case Hammarskjöld, a documentary with moments of mild comedy in its telling - the maker, Mads Brugger, is an intriguing enough chap with an effective and enthralling manner of speech - but then a shocking array of truths coming out...

So it started for me this evening, the London Film Festival, and as with most years, it started well - probably because i am not too tired from it all to take in what i'm watching. This time around it was the Russian film Beanpole. I mean, in the name of all of bleeding heavens it was the usual...

On Saturday i have a film at 11.30am, then 1 at 6 and 1 at 9.30. Film festival time innit. So, i plan to finish the 11.30, hit a pub to watch the second half of the Albion, and then go see The Joker. It might not allow me to appreciate it as much, but i can't wait another week and a bit for it...

I went to see Ad Astra yesterday, and today i remain angry with it. A fulsome segment of that ire is thanks to it all being of Brad Pitt. I watched Moneyball again yesterday, which was a good flick, with Pitt's performance of an unusually higher quality, but it had me thinking of what he is able...

I became quite angry with both myself and what i was watching last Sunday eve. As mentioned above, i had tickets for Pile, who i rather moodily adore. But, those i was to go with couldn't make it and i had one of those times in which the can't be bothered side to you keeps reminding you of how...

Tis a film I want to see, but this weekend I can't imagine getting away with it. Albion on Saturday, seeing my favourite band Pile on Sunday, and a generally displeased with me missus is a combo that doesn't grant me time to sneak off to a moody drama. Blasted parenthood and other rarel6 busying...

After missing the secret film on Friday that i may not have much enjoyed, i became insistent, to myself and the woman who sometimes allows me to share a couch with her, on seeing a film. And a new one at that. That's right, the disinterested, it was time for MubiGo. What was free to watch at the...

I had tickets to that on Friday night and entirely forgot to go. Not disappointed at the 8 quid spent for nowt.