
Bad Neighbours (aka Neighbors) movie review: stubbing your brain
A mess not by accident but by design. It’s meant to be a ton of stuff thrown against the wall in the hope that some of it will momentarily distract you into involuntary laughter.

A mess not by accident but by design. It’s meant to be a ton of stuff thrown against the wall in the hope that some of it will momentarily distract you into involuntary laughter.

From Hyde Park, near the Albert Memorial, you can see the Shard through the Eye. Cool.

A drama of conscience and passion, a finely observed portrait of a woman driven to make a difference in the world, even as it hurts those she loves.

A lovely, intimate drama of family dynamics under stress, offering an intriguing peek into previously unseen Singaporean middle-class life.

Preposterous and charmless, this heist flick purports to be based on a true story and hopes to invoke a Robin Hood vibe, but I’m not buying any of it.

Just the everyday afternoon rush-hour madness at Oxford Circus.

A riveting Southern gothic revenge thriller that seems to be over in the first 20 minutes, and then finds horrific new places to take you.

This absurd and pointlessly convoluted remake of a decade-old French action flick feels dated and out of step in more ways than one.

Fortunately, I haven’t had to travel into central London today or yesterday, while the strike has been on.

Instantly forgettable but more than passable as a diversion; solid B-movie cheese that’s like Titanic-lite meets Gladiator-lite.