The Observer announced the results of the poll for their readers’ favourite comedy films. You can find the results here and here. Note that they say ‘hundreds’ voted – that's not very much, is it? If it wasn't for the fact they had been trailing it in their paper for…
Rather than reviewing stuff, as I usually do, I have to comment on a comment. Recently, I posted an old review of mine for a film called Londinium. Today, I was notified of a comment left about that post. It said: Hey man, thanks for taking the time to bash…
My auntie was a nurturing, supportive, entertaining, educational and reliable auntie. I didn’t get gifts on my birthday or Christmas, but she always tried her best to do something special. And, although she was auntie to more than just me, I always felt a special bond that made it seem…
Something a little different. As this blog has become more review-oriented, I thought I would include the first review of something that I can remember writing: REVIEW OF THE MALE TOILETS IN UNIVERSITY BUILDING (1993) There are some factors in life that are constant and, as such, become more than…
Have you ever had one of those weeks? Where the people who pay for your comics and cinema habits ask for that bit extra? Full-on work days, staying after hours, draining your energies so much that you have to take the entirety of Saturday to recover? Well, I just had…
The Victoria and Albert museum (locally known as the V&A) is a rather funky museum – I’ll never forget popping to see a small exhibition of Steranko Nick Fury: Agent of SHIELD covers: how cool is that? – which houses exhibits looking at culture and design. It is quite a…
I think I've gotten to know you well enough to share with you. Hope I'm not being too forward. As a man, it is a biological imperative that I not cry as a result of watching a film. I do not know why this is so; perhaps it is because…
(It is near to the anniversary of the death of our second family dog [NB: photo above is not our dog.] I wanted to remember her with this.) The dog doesn't like our vacuum cleaner. By 'don't like', I mean, she barks whenever it is in use and tries to…
(A digression from the norm here on Clandestine Critic – an essay about the physical eating pleasure of chocolate, made more odd by the fact that I can no longer eat chocolate due to it giving me migraines.) There are various aspects of people’s life that possibly define them in…
Fortress of Solitude by Jonathan Lethem is the story of Dylan Ebdus, the son of an artist (who constantly works on a hand-painted film that no one will ever see, but supplements his income by painting covers to sci-fi books he doesn’t even read) and a free-spirited woman who leaves…