Prospect Cottage, Dungeness Beach, Kent. This black house, with its legendary garden and John Donne adorning the side wall, is the most famous of the stray few buildings occupying "Britain’s only desert". All holding their own between the wuthering coastal elements and the shadow of Dungeness B, the power station which looms in the distance of Tilda Swinton's primal agitation at the climax of The Last of England.
1987. Just prior to this film, and as a result of his…
My most eagerly anticipated film. A year I've sat on this, waiting for the right moment. Watching 756 films in the meantime, until now, when I'm still not sure it's the right moment, but my hand is forced by my Marguerite D. retrospective. What if I hate it? It's my favourite.
After bouncing between being and not being, making a series of films that exist somewhere between seeing the film and hearing the film, a film which…
The problem with the question of originality, its fetishisation, such as posed by this film, is it presumes everything has been considered by everyone, that we're building on the same foundations, and that the renowned voice was in fact the first individual to be heard saying it, the first individual to say it, the first individual to think to say it, the first individual to think it. That it doesn't make sense to articulate the same and similar over and…
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ABBA – The Movie: A ludicrous yarn about a real-life future sex criminal DJ trying to get an interview with a band in the most unprofessional way possible. Also one of the most exciting film experiences I've ever had.
ABBA are... the definition of acquired taste.
The definition of exacting, of commercial, of a certain kind of mass mainstreaming of culture that just doesn't exist any more, where every rough edge is shorn off lest it offend someone,…
The second Bond film I watched—and obviously the one which cemented 007 as an integral part of my young life because I don't remember the order of any of the other films—Diamonds Are Forever will always have a special place in my heart, regardless of the 'quality' of it, for that reason if nothing else.
And yet that's not needed, because this is a great honking masterpiece of kitsch. Sure it's a jarring about face…
