I’ve always liked this one, it’s a good time, and a cracking, wholesome watch with more exciting bits than the first. However, after an ungodly number of rewatches, scenes that had once captured my imagination, like an artist capturing the sun spitting its rays, became bleached through overuse. For me, HP & The Chamber Of Secrets had lost a sliver of its initial wonderment and ✨magic✨. Whether it be my own, defeated, copy of the book, with it’s worn out binding…

*Finally takes a moment to breathe*

Anxiety, like a belligerent bandit, tends to steal words, rattles breath, and snaffles stillness; Villeneuve’s ‘Prisoners’, in many aspects, was certainly anxiety-inducing. The film somehow evinced the piercing quality of a migraine. The heightened intensity of the scenes throbbed with gut-punch after punch, bruising the brain with blurry & bloody images, and the cinematographic palette coloured consequences with a dull brightness likened to crippled sweet wrappers, cracks more pronounced with age. 

Suffice to say, I…

I never would have predicted that a series revolving around ‘chess’ of all things would have me glued unflinchingly to a screen, thoroughly transfixed, butt betrothed to bean-bag for several hours with a tray of breadsticks (my choice of savoury snack) positioned precariously on my lap. Untouched. 

Best believe my legs were sufficiently sore once I finally unpretzeled them; as for the breadsticks’ fate, they lay forgotten and sulked in saltiness at their stale state. No show has made me…

I remember with crystal-ball clarity the day young Harry Potter and the Wizarding world Slytherin-to my life. I recall being spellbound & utterly enthralled when my primary teacher read aloud ‘Harry Potter & The Philosophers Stone’ one dreary afternoon during carpet time. I was focused, for what seemed the first time in one of her drawn-out, ritualistic reading sessions. Two chapters in, I was pleasantly eased into a world far from mundane, and far from a muggle realm that carried a general…