
Rosewater movie review (London Film Festival)
Jon Stewart’s first film is passionate and principled, as I expected, but also hopeful, almost serene, and even gently amusing, which I did not.

Jon Stewart’s first film is passionate and principled, as I expected, but also hopeful, almost serene, and even gently amusing, which I did not.

Today I returned to see the poppies installation at the Tower of London to discover that visitors have been leaving their own tributes.

One of the best SF series ever deepens its critique of the power of propaganda in ways complicated, intriguingly contradictory, and a little bit horrifying.

There was all this work going on around the statue of Eros in Piccadilly Circus this past Sunday morning.

A marvelous combination of thrilling intellectual adventure and sensitive portrait of a man ahead of his time both personally and professionally.

Someone is going around London altering No Entry road signs to humorous or interesting effect.

Cements Tom Hardy’s reputation as one of the most effortlessly mesmerizing actors working today.

Hello Kitty keeps a lonely watch from her high-up perch.

A social-realist werewolf fantasy in which burgeoning womanhood is a thing terrifying to many a man, particularly if a woman simply will not be tamed.

A disgusting tale that imagines its tiny side dish of commentary on toxic fandom and male entitlement makes up for it being a perfect example of such.