I’m something of a sci-fi fan. Okay, a lot of a sci-fi fan. It’s annoyed me then that, since The Lord of The Rings quite rightly stamped all over the box office, fantasy films seem to have pushed sci-fi into the background. What was the last truly great sci-fi movie you can remember? Minority Report? Serenity? Star Trek? Three films in the last decade. (continue reading…)

GRAAAARGGHH! NYYYAAAAGGGG! UNFAAAAIIIIR! GAAAAAAAH! RAAOOOOOOGGGGHHHHNNNN! WHHHYYYYY?  They’re just some of the noises you’ll make when your head smashes into a ramp at 120mph and you land on an explosive barrel that hurtles your broken self a hundred feet into the air for the twelvety-millionth time in an hour. (continue reading…)

Westerns. The very term is divisive, suggesting as it does a flag-waving, Yankee Doodle Dandy genre, built around the central tenets of America’s right-wing heartlands. As such, it’s no wonder that so many disregard and ignore Westerns as largely offering nothing beyond bland heroics and anti-liberal polemics. (continue reading…)

There are few things in life that can crack my craggy features into a wide, childish grin quite so much as a muscle car. There’s something so willfully brash and impossibly daft about them. ‘Why does it have a V8 the size of the moon?’ people may ask. Because why not, that’s why. ‘Why can’t it go around corners?’ You know what? Who cares. (continue reading…)

As you’ll no doubt be aware by now, next March will see us queueing up outside our nearest multiplex to feast our peepers upon Tim Burton’s interpretation of Alice In Wonderland, Lewis Carroll’s brilliant and, at times, terrifying tale of a young girl trapped in a darkly surreal fantasy world. Frankly, I’m amazed it’s taken this long for Burton to have the classic story thrown his way, it appears to be a perfect fit for his twisted, archly gothic yet candy-coloured style. (continue reading…)