
London photo: on the night bus (part ii)
Sleeping on the night bus, reflected in the window.

Sleeping on the night bus, reflected in the window.

This is a case of a film doing the absolute minimum it needs to in order not to be considered outright sexist.

There isn’t an authentic human motivation or emotion to be found here. The bar has been raised too high on comic-book movies for us to accept junk like this.

A fight for supremacy for the title of most superlative kebab to be found along the 243 bus’s route.

This is (mostly) a great example of positive depiction of women: as people with authority, with strong opinions, with powerful personalities.

Riveting, terrifying, and unafraid to confront its own quiet horror. One of the most important movies ever about nuclear weapons and modern governance.

Not much to do on the long ride home.

After an evening of copious consumption of alcohol, sustenance for the long ride home on the night bus is required.

It’s never too late for a man to earn redemption for his selfish ways… not when he has women to show him the way to humanity.

Listen as the world’s tiniest violin plays on the soundtrack of this utterly obvious and clichéd three-quarter-life crisis dramedy.