
Paris photo of the day: a tomb fit for the emperor of the universe
Which I’m sure is how Napoleon thought of himself.

Which I’m sure is how Napoleon thought of himself.

Bit of a shame that a man who looms so large in the hearts and minds of so many has been packed neatly away into a film that is handsome, respectable, and just a tad stodgy.

Festive Clara with her paper crown and her cracker + serious Doctor holding a decapitated Cyberman head? Urk.

If I’d seen this trailer before I saw the film (at this year’s London Film Festival), I’m not sure I’d be all that impressed with it.

“Learn business English from the Wall Street Institute…”
Stuff I found on the Net today.

Mark Gatiss treats the legends of Doctor Who’s creation as only a longtime fan can, in a lovely tribute full of the exasperated acceptance that rose-tinted hindsight brings.

Jude Law is wonderfully deranged and utterly plausible as a rage-filled moron, but the movie leaves him adrift amongst unrealized satire…

I’m struck by the perversity of a story four decades old about religious misogyny and basic feminism and the perniciousness of bullying that still feels fresh and relevant…

Who is Peter Capaldi’s Doctor? He must have a name… (Ron Burgundy is confused.)