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Secretariat is a little film about a huge (and flippin’ phenomenal) horse. In movies of this ilk, we’re used to a lot more “drama”: the horse has to have a breakdown, the jockey has to break his leg, the central relationship has to divorce because of the principle character’s commitment to his/her equine. In Secretariat, [...]

I am well-known amongst my friends for loving movies where aliens blow shit up. In Battle: Los Angeles, the aliens are more destructive than most. They land off the coast of Santa Monica (and twenty other world cities – shocker!) in preparation for a simultaneous attack. And a small group of soldiers from disparate backgrounds [...]

It’s hard to believe, now that it takes a while to lump my carcass up four flights of stairs, but there was a time in my youth when I was quite the athlete. At 15, I was ranked in the top ten in the UK as a hurdler – which is kind of sad since [...]

Jonah Hex is the live action movie of the comic book tale of the same name. Set in the years after the US Civil War, it features a horribly scarred anti-hero, played by Josh Brolin, who’s able to communicate with the dead. This nifty trick allows him to track down the dastardly, mass-murderous Quintin Turnbull [...]

Red stars Bruce Willis as a retired CIA spook – Retired Extremely Dangerous, geddit? – who’s trying to bland in (sic) to civilian life. The only thing that keeps him from killing himself from boredom and loneliness, basically, is his telephone relationship with his pension officer. So when his home is invaded by a black [...]

I don’t do death. I’ve spent my entire life blocking out the fact that death happens. But yesterday I learned that my most dearly beloved – the sweet and loyal and gentle Finley Dogchild – has a tumour the size of an orange growing between the muscles of her right thigh. It’s not going to [...]

I’m loving the re-habilitation of Kevin Costner. It seems like just the other day that the hero of one of my favourite movies ever – No Way Out – was swamping himself entirely in the gunky self-indulgence of  The Postman and Waterworld – potentially unforgiveable errors further compounded by calling Madonna’s Bedtime Stories show “neat” [...]