
The Crash Reel review (Sheffield Doc/Fest)
Dangerous sports smacks up against towering ambition in this sensationally accomplished documentary to ask a universal question: How far do you go in order to be who you were born to be?

Dangerous sports smacks up against towering ambition in this sensationally accomplished documentary to ask a universal question: How far do you go in order to be who you were born to be?

I was gonna Photoshop the TARDIS into the signing of the Declaration of Independence, for the Fourth of July, but someone beat me to it…

It’s actually hard to see how this differs from the “straight” versions of the same sort of story.

This memorial to Agatha Christie has suddenly sprung up near Leicester Square tube station.

Hugely hopeful documentary about women unleashing their potential and putting into practice small-scale, realistic solutions to enormous problems.

I challenge you not to fall in love with these crazy kids

This is the minimum we are owed. If Hollywood would rather make sequels than tell new stories, those sequels had sure as hell better be damn good.

Flying the rainbow flag in Soho.

Is it supposed to be flattering to Google that two idiots bullshit their way into a highly competitive internship, even though they know nothing about computers, or the Internet, or programming?
No one who wasn’t already inclined to murder would be moved to commit such a heinous crime simply because they watched a TV show or movie about a serial killer. I mean, obviously. No?