Attack the Block (review)
Take that, Spielberg, with your suburban alien invasions and your gentle parables about acceptance and stuff. Why don’t the aliens ever land in the ’hood, where no one will take their shit sitting down?
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Cars 2 (review)
Those clever sneaky Pixar folks are warning us that if we Americans don’t clean house, we’re going to bring the whole world down with us, and the entirety of human civilization will collapse into a nasty soup of irrationality and ignorance.
question of the weekend: What would be the equivalent of L.A.’s Carmageddon where you live?
It’s Carmageddon in Los Angeles this weekend, as a long stretch of a major highway in the perhaps the most car-crazy city in the U.S. — if not the world — is closed for some heavy-duty construction work…
Banksy (or a wannabe) spotted in East Croydon
So I’m taking my merry self off to a meetup yesterday when I suddenly spot this stenciled spraypainted graffito out of the corner of my eye…
The King’s Speech (review)
When Colin Firth wins the Oscar for Best Actor in a few hours for this role, it will be one of the rare happy concurrences of the actual best performance of the year being recognized by the industry’s highest honor as such.
my Oyster card…
…is still fresh, two years after I last used it, during my February 2009 trip to London. It even still had nearly 14 quid left on it!
retro trailer: ‘Waterloo Bridge’
A London movie for my first weekend in London. Perhaps I’ll meet a Robert Taylor during my stroll along the Embankment today…
Joan Rivers: A Piece of Work (review)
This documentary look at a year in the life of the 75-year-old comedienne is a sad, startling exploration of the vagaries of fame, the insecurities of celebrity, and the realities behind the typical “but it’s just a joke” excuses that prop up cheap, vulgar humor.
question of the weekend: Snow: Love it? Hate it? Wish there was more or less of it where you live?
Christmastime is typically associated with snow, but it isn’t always in the forecast in many places that celebrate the holiday…
Wild Target (review)
If you didn’t get enough of Rupert Grint and Bill Nighy in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows or just need a dose of goofy British-flavored comedy — offhand, self-deprecating, and coming in equal doses of light and black — don’t miss this.
