
‘Doctor Who’: ‘The Doctor, the Widow and the Wardrobe’ spoiler-free review
You can’t help but smile. It’s The Doctor. At Christmas. Just sit back with your selection box and watch him shine.
You can’t help but smile. It’s The Doctor. At Christmas. Just sit back with your selection box and watch him shine.
Your brain is empty when it comes round to thinking of what to give your Auntie Linda this Christmas, until it finally strikes you: Kill List is the ideal yuletide treat for a loved one.
By the Nazi-killing, zombie-bashing high standards of Series 3 it’s a rather low-key finale, and against the previous 7 episodes feels just a bit underwhelming.
This is by some vast, Route 66-sized distance, the least funny thing that Jesse Armstrong (Peep Show, Fresh Meat, The Thick of It) has ever written.
Just Henry is actually an adaptation of a children’s novel by Goodnight Mister Tom author Michelle Magorian which strives to be charming but ends up being simultaneously laborious and lethargic.
The opening instalment of Series 4’s two-part finale brought us comedy, sorrow and an act of dark betrayal before the opening credits had rolled.
The core concepts of The Inbetweeners are very much apparent and ultimately create an excellent send-off for the characters and show.
It’s day two of a 72 hour snapshot into the lives of a former band of skinheads, and we already have plenty to write home about.
Like the preceding film and series, the reason for this instalment’s success is a faultless, bittersweet honesty.
Let’s not waste Time: the soundtrack to Doctor Who‘s sixth series is, without a Vashta Nerada’s shadow of a doubt, composer Murray Gold’s finest work on the series to date. Soaring choral pieces, intimate emotional moments, dark and foreboding notes of what is to come; it’s a score that emulates the variety and grandeur of … >