Censorship and its targets will always be the simplest way to construct an informed picture of the social and moral standards of any given point in history. Or is it that censorship reflects the fears and insecurities of those in power at any given point in history?
From Twitter to Radio One, across all BBC channels and on the lips of many, Horne and Corden are here, and they don’t appear to be going away anytime soon. I was aware of them in Gavin and Stacey, which was a remarkable piece of television (in that it made Two Pints of Lager and [...]
I haven’t even bothered to mention Corden & Horne in all this, because they are about as funny as Justin Lee Collins, ‘nuff said.
To sum up, acquire a copy of Phenomena and have some fun with a monkey, if you get offered the other two, punch the person who did so in the groin and call them a fool. Film Noir and more Argento reviews to come soon.
Happy Mothers Day, especially to all those not of woman born. Who do they have to love?
Now, as it’s sunny I’m going into town, with my stick to see if I can trip up some young idiot with a haircut.
It’s hard to believe that ten years have passed since the release of Fight Club. One of the most intense, visceral and acerbic releases of ‘99
Eli Roth take note please. Actually don’t; just stop making movies instead please.
Sometimes, when the world seems at its bleakest and there is a cartoon cloud over your head raining down live frogs and rabbit poo, nothing is as wonderfully distracting as a trashy triple bill.