
A Promise movie review: the waiting is the hardest part
This dreary, drippy period romance is sorely lacking in juicy melodrama and some sizzle among supposed stifled lovebirds.

This dreary, drippy period romance is sorely lacking in juicy melodrama and some sizzle among supposed stifled lovebirds.

A series of amazing music videos featuring astonishingly athletic dancers expressing crazy-hot modern choreography strung together by a flimsy narrative. Kinda like old-school Hollywood musicals were.

A first for me: being quoted way out of context so that (at best) some mild faint praise sounds like a rave.

I think this is the side of the Bank of England building…

Just another rote space adventure. It’s not actively awful, but there isn’t a single damn thing in the least bit surprising or memorable about it.

I love how even the construction warning signs for pedestrians are flummoxed by the mention of bacon. “Should we walk this way, or that way?!”

This biopic of “fashion’s little prince” offers all the elegant precision of a fashion shoot — it’s beautiful, and cold — but lacks a lot of necessary context.

Outside famous Hamleys toy store on Regent Street, there is a bus stop made entirely of Lego. Entirely.

Sticker graffiti spotted in Shoreditch.

The annual celebration of people with superpowers beating the crap outta one another seems to result in only a handful of petty crimes. Any ideas why?