What’s that about Pink Floyd? Excuse us, but this is a different wall, and here to tell you all about it is TOBY WOOLLASTON.
Film & Television
ANDREW JOHNSTONE was turning into Mr Grumpy, possibly because he was watching too many Scandinavian detective noirs. It was time to become Sir Laugh-A-Lot and do a roundup of the funniest comedies.
Witchdoctor’s second Glen Campbell tribute of the day is ANDREW JOHNSTONE’s previously unpublished review of the heart-rending film chronicling Glen Campbell’s descent into Alzheimer’s.
After 26 years the programme that revolutionized TV drama is back, and it’s utterly bonkers, but also utterly brilliant, writes TOBY WOOLLASTON.
There’s a lot wrong with Luc Besson’s over-the-top sci-fi film, but it’s far from a dunger, declares ANDREW JOHNSTONE.
Sky takes legal action against sellers of ‘free TV’ boxes, but PAT PILCHER wonders if anyone’s the winner in this expensive game.
TOBY WOOLLASTON is surprised to discover something almost as rare as hen’s teeth: an excellent romantic comedy.
It’s right up there with Breaking Bad, writes ANDREW JOHNSTONE of his latest binge-watch favourite, Ozark.
Silly people, complaining about the latest reiteration of Dr Who being a woman, writes PAT PILCHER.
SHELLEY SWEENEY spends 94 minutes immersed in the “Irish problem”. She pronounces it a talkfest with a few welcome twists and turns.
A young girl and a super pig, and a dastardly plot by an industrial food corp makes for an odd movie idea, but ANDREW JOHNSTONE thinks it’s real rad.
A war film that’s sort of not a war film, but sort of is, Dunkirk gets ANDREW JOHNSTONE’S conditional seal of approval.