This piece of shit, with its vapid, narcissistic tossers and vacuous dialogue, ruined the Psychedelic Furs for me. And peaches, natch.

There was also the summer-replacement sitcom, “The Corner Bar” which originally starred ex-Dead End Kid Gabe Dell, which I remember loving. Later on Dell was replaced by Eugene Roche and Anne Meara, and it wasn’t nearly as funny.

You’ve got the Leonard Cohen’s live covers, but how about his Live in London release? That truly is an amazing record. We went to the second round of live gigs he did in London, almost as a joke: neither of us were fans and he was always jokingly referred to as “Laughing Lenny”. After a magnificent two-hour plus show,…

Well, of all these - and there are a lot that sound VERY interesting - the only one I have is Okonokos, which I bought ‘cos I kept hearing how great this band was and I thought it would be a good sampler. Unfortunately, it never interested me remotely, feeling self-congratulatory in a “preaching to the converted” kind…

Peter Hammill’s “Over”, whose title says it all. Mind you, it sounds like his own fault for falling in love with a mate’s girlfriend, but nobody does heartbreak better than Hammill: “Again” with it’s final lyric, “I am me, I was so before you/But afterwards, I am not the same/You are gone and I am with you/This will…

I lost track of the Psychedelic Furs for a while, but rediscovered them with “Book of Days” and “World Outside” which are brilliant, moody albums, definitely up there with their best.

I quite liked this. I think it was overlong, but the imagination behind it and Hong Chou’s performance alone should, I think, lift it above a “C”.

This was one of the biggest disappointments at the London Film Festival for me. It looked great and sounded great and Sally Hawkins was excellent, but if you can get past the sassy black girlfriend always moaning about her good-for-nothing man, or the wimpy, drippy gay neighbour or the cartoonish, sneering, virtually…

It’s actually ET meets Splash meets Creature from the Black Lagoon.

This was the biggest disappointment of the whole London Film Festival for me. It looks great, sounds great has a magnificent, sweeping score and brilliant performance from Sally Hawkins but....oh, how it squanders all of that good will. If you can get past the sassy black friend, continually complaining about her…

I saw this at the London Film Festival and, while it wasn’t the roller-coaster thriller I’d been expecting, I really liked it. It had a really creepy atmosphere, and - powered by some brilliant performances - was actually quite touching.

Late in the day, I know, but I’ve finally just finished this this morning. They ran the first two seasons on BBC over here, then ran the third one late, late at night. I recorded it, but never got round to watching it and when I did, I realised I no longer remembered what was going on. So, I started from the top on…

Mmmm....not feeling the love here, especially as Force Majeure never struck me as remotely funny (I didn’t even realise it WAS a comedy until after I’d seen it and read a review citing it as such). The last “scathing” two-and-a half hour foreign “comedy” I was subjected to was Toni Erdmann, and I’d rather suck off a…

I agree — I didn’t even realise Force Majeur was supposed to be a comedy until I read a review after I’d watched it. I thought it was just a baffling, rambling, pointless and quite dull film.

This should be interesting. Having a female Dr has set people off enough, but what’s REALLY worked up the fans is the casting of Bradley Walsh. He’s principally known as a light entertainer and game-show host, although he turned in a decent dramatic turn as a regular on the UK soap Coronation Street for a couple of…

This seemed like such a good idea - I loved the concept of the mist harbouring and playing off one’s deepest fears - but I started the first episode, ended up fast-forwarding through the soap operatics and melodrama (there was a lot) took bets and which broadly painted arseholes would die first (and was right) and…

I actually went to see “Mother!” and loved every demented, over-the-top moment of it. I was so enthused by the imagination at work, the sheer craziness of its vision, that when the lights came up I had a huge grin on my face. As far as I can tell, I think I was the only one in the (surprisingly empty) cinema who had…

I saw the film about 20 years ago, and I was struck by how dark it actually was, and critical of the whole hippie ethos, an unflinching view of the flowers wilting and dying.

This has just finished its run in the UK - it’s not worth the journey, really. Turgid, dull, randomly plotted, with characters either badly written or unlikeable (or, in the case of the male detectives, both). Bitterly disappointing, given the first season. With this and the flaccid Fargo 3, also recently finished,…