A film critic I've always enjoyed reading for this very reason is Rob Vaux;

Shamefully, I've never read any of Kael's work, but I'm going to have to now, since your description of her style coincides exactly with what I've always thought should be the ultimate goal of critical writing - conveying the writer's subjective opinion of a piece of art clearly and unmistakably, whilst providing…

I still have my Atari Jaguar - it's plugged into a CRT television in my living room. The cartridge for Tempest 2000 hasn't been removed from the cartridge slot for months. The Jag CD attachment sits jealously alongside the main console, presumably wondering when its owner will get a hankering to play Blue Lightning of…

I fucking love Area 51. Whenever I stumble across a machine, I have to pump at least a few pound coins into it. The cheesy acting from the live-action NPCs, the tacit encouragement to pump rounds into everything that looks like it could possibly break (you get bonuses for smashing all of the windows/light bulbs…

LAAAANAAAA!

I can remember precisely bugger-all about this film, other than the chase sequence that looked so much like a Playstation2 cut-scene that I had to pause the movie and call my housemates into the living room to marvel at its glorious retro cheapness.

Anyone else spot Bob from Dawn of the Dead in the tunnel-zombie swarm? Just after Glenn and Tara crest the pile of rubble and the flashlight beam plays over the horde, in a couple of shots there's a zombie up-front and to the right-hand-side of the frame that's a dead ringer (sorry) for Bob.

Dude, c'mon. He's probably reading this.Though he'd probably appreciate you saying that you liked Jersey Girl. Speaking as a guy that holds no particular desire to see Kevin Smith kicked in the balls even once, at least one person deserves a crotch-punting because of that movie. Not sure who - maybe everyone involved…