I did say that I was going to elaborate on what I now perceive to be my wishy-washy rambling of last week (or was it the week before?) but now I’ve had a chance to readjust to the UK—India and therefore my perceptions, or at least some of them, seem like a distant memory. Mind...
Inglourious Basterds received its premiere in Cannes earlier today and The Times has a review up online. James Christopher reckons it’s a return to form for Quentin Tarantino whose Death Proof I didn’t find that bad (in fact I’m waiting for the full uninterrupted version of Grindhouse to get the kudos it deserves). Trailer...
Being a man means a few things and getting excited about big dumb summer blockbusters is an unfortunate affliction so I’ll disband intellectualism for the moment – and postpone my elaboration on/further pictures of–India – and comment on this upcoming flick. It’s released in the UK on June 3rd but those lovely Americans get it...
For the last two weeks I’ve been in India, Delhi to be more accurate with a bit of Chandigarh thrown in for good measure. It’s been quite an experience. Hot, crowded, fast-paced and very random, so much so that I’m not sure how to vocalise how exactly I feel about the place. Delhi’s an interesting...
