
London photo: impressive doorway
In Highgate.

In Highgate.

More standard horror flick, if elegantly presented, than the thoughtful science fiction drama it thinks it is.

Romance for the female coprotagonist isn’t the be-all and end-all of her existence, but rather something from which she draws inspiration for her life. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

A romance of a gentle, bittersweet, grownup variety that doesn’t pretend that every connection has to be a grand, sweeping, happily-ever-after thing.

Tedious romantic dramedy with a pointless sci-fi tinge that has nothing in the least bit memorable to say about anything at all.

In Islington.

The numbers are almost identical to the U.S. situation, which isn’t terribly surprising: the movies are mostly the same. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

Sarah Connor is a character for whom motherhood is about her and her personal journey, rather than rendering her a supporting character in her child’s life. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

I have a terrible feeling of deja vu. I have a terrible feeling of deja vu. I have a terrible feeling of deja vu. I have a terrible feeling of deja vu.

Graffiti for good.