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Still life: rat with… purple chilis?

Still life: rat with… purple chilis?

Neill Blomkamp cements his science-fiction credentials as a filmmaker with a genre vision the likes of which we haven’t seen since the socially conscious SF of the 1970s.

I don’t know about this. Somewhat disturbing in ways that aren’t really amusing…

I am moved to smack down the many, many people who dismiss this movie and the band on the sole basis of their appeal to young girls.

I feel the power of the symbolism here, I just don’t know what any of it means.

A deliciously ooky, X-Files-esque chiller that’s a scary-fun hoot and a half; a lean, smart example of the found-footage flick.

Oh, it’s horrific, all right: wooden performances and stilted exposition, punctuated by bouts of random bloody sadism.

The failure of male-led action movies is NEVER a reason to stop making male-led action movies. Never ever ever.

Reason No. 34,075 to legalize drugs: it would eliminate painfully unfunny comedies like this one. Comedy shouldn’t make you pity the comedians.

More bits of the show’s history is uncovered for the 50th anniversary.