The latest in this summer’s supersized cinematic offerings is Elysium, a mind-boggling, politically-charged blockbuster fronted by a depilated Matt Damon that encourages its audience to ponder some interesting questions.
For the Sixth Doctor adventure in Doctor Who’s 50th anniversary collection, BBC Books have chosen to reprint a novel by the biggest name in Who prose, Terrance Dicks. A writer and script editor of the show, Dicks went on to pen over 60 novelisations as well as a host of novels and spin off books.
2 Guns is that rarest of things in the cinemas of late; a film without super-heroes; without the threat of global destruction; without the mass-marketing behemoth behind it and without a thousand trailers ruining all the good bits.
Kick-Ass 2 is, above all else, a frustrating film. It’s one that at times captures the frenetic, jaw-dropping one-two punch of comedy and violence that the first delivered, but one that all too often falls victim to its own attempts at shock.
The Stuff of Nightmares starts with a bang. Quite literally. The latest in a spate of bombings to hit London narrowly misses Doctor Watson and throws the reader like a rag doll into James Lovegrove’s adventure.
There comes a point while reading Apocalypse Now Now – and it’s roughly the halfway point – when you’re presented with a scene of such graphic and perverted gruesomeness that you actually feel you brain trying to shut down in order to save itself from having to picture what’s on the page.
Dusty Crophopper is a small crop-dusting plane with one ambitious dream: to compete in the famous Wings Around the World competition against some of the best racing planes on the planet.
While it may not have had quite the cultural impact of your Harry Potters, your Twilights or – more recently – your Hunger Games, the Percy Jackson & The Olympians young adult franchise managed a relatively successful transition onto the big screen in 2010.
After the turbulent, foreboding first half of Skins Rise hinted at plenty but revealed little, its second half still has a lot to explain.
You can usually tell a horror film reviewer from the slightly wretched, overwhelmingly weary look they carry off.