
Listen Up Philip movie review (London Film Festival)
A celebration of male arrogance that pretends to be a condemnation. Because who wouldn’t love to spend 108 minutes with an insufferable egotistical “genius”?

A celebration of male arrogance that pretends to be a condemnation. Because who wouldn’t love to spend 108 minutes with an insufferable egotistical “genius”?

Simon Pegg on the red carpet at the London Film Festival on Saturday night for his new film Kill Me Three Times.
There were 248 films on offer. So I managed to see a little over 20 percent of them.

A particularly ugly iteration of “war is hell”… and I mean that as a compliment. This is a film that is deeply unpleasant and near genius.

I swear that dude in the middle really is Viggo Mortensen, at a public screening tonight of his film Jauja at the London Film Festival.

I wasn’t sure what sort of a draw Jon Stewart would be at the London Film Festival, but there was a huge mob at the press screening of his film.

Jason Reitman is way too young to have produced a work of such fuddy-duddy handwringing over These Kids (And Adults) Today and how we play with our e-toys.

Remember this name: Jack O’Connell. He is magnificent in one of the most remarkable portraits of soldiering in recent memory.
I’ve caught the LFF lurge.

A tediously clichéd, overblown, badly acted action flick full of bloody movie violence dressed up in Maori drag.