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They Shall Not Grow Old Review

It’s fair to say that, in the grand scheme of things, we don’t see as many films based around the First World War as we do its successor. Overall, it feels like there hasn’t been a second of World War II left undocumented, while your average Joe will know very little about The Great War,…

Bowling For Columbine Review

I genuinely can’t remember the last time I reviewed a documentary. I remember covering Being Frank last year, but I’m sure I’ve done more since then; and it’s strange really, considering that I watch so many documentaries in my spare time. The thing about that though is that most of the docs I watch are TV series…

Howard Review

Amidst all this talk of the ‘Disney Renaissance,’ I find myself thinking back through everything that makes that particular string of films memorable. Truth be told, there are many aspects, but one that still endures in the memories of everyone who grew up watching these films is the music. Ever since Snow White and the Seven…

It All Begins With a Song Review

It’s not very often I get directly approached to review a film. A few times I’ve received a message about a film that might have already been in circulation for a while, but not reached a large audience, and that doesn’t really make sense to write about from my perspective, but I’ll always do a…

Diego Maradona Review

You may be looking at that title and thinking: ‘I didn’t know he reviewed football players too?’ Well, rest easy, I don’t review football, but I will review films about football. There are few more divisive figures in world football than Diego Maradona. Revered in his home country, and reviled everywhere else, he was a…

Being Frank: The Chris Sievey Story Review

There are many things intrinsic to the British identity, we’re moaners, we’re friendly (mostly) and most precious of all, is our eccentricity. Nowhere was British eccentricity more evident than in classic children’s television, Mr Blobby would only ever work in the U.K. anywhere else, he’s the stuff of nightmares. One bastion of those Saturday morning…

Black Sabbath: The End of The End Review

I was at Black Sabbath’s last ever gig. Beating out terrible weather and even worse public transport, which lead to us needed to get a black cab from Birmingham to Walsall, at great expense, but I digress. It was a hell of a way to spend two hours though I tell you that. Singing along…