
London photo: canal reflections
In Shoreditch.

In Shoreditch.
Including Snowpiercer! (Which I had to cheat a little to get access to.)

Jon Favreau’s midlife artistic crisis rendered as food porn. Funny, poignant, and wise, though the wish-fulfillment romantic fantasy of it is a tad much.

Confused suspense drama starts out gripping and descends into a moral muddle that a very good performance by Michael C. Hall cannot quite overcome.

Richard Armitage. The Crucible. Tix acquired. Oh baby.

An absolute delight, even better than the first film; a gorgeously animated ode to sticking to your principles in the face of ultimate adversity.

Martin Freeman. Richard III. Tix acquired. Cannot wait.

Jake Gyllenhaal meets his doppelgänger — or maybe it’s also him — and they argue over whether they are secretly fucking each other’s female property.

This is not Photoshopped. This just happened on live TV.

In Marylebone.