The late present from the Con-Dems could be just another scam
"Truth and democracy," said one of the rescued Chilean miners when asked how they sorted out the challenges of day-to-day survival.
So the June 1896 issue of The Chap Book launched the phenomenon of film criticism. Reviewing the 20-second depiction of the first-ever screen kiss, Herbert Stone's pioneering rant created a moral stir more than a critique of Vitascope's footage. Reviews ever since have suffered a media identity crisis.
Young Andy's preparing for college, trying, like the Apostle Paul, to put away childish things. There's no better time to ask: Edjucayshun - wot's it four?
After months of box-office testosterone, feminists can't ignore the gender issue flashing its knickers at four noteworthy recent releases. But, hot on the heels of the "crossbow cannibal" serving us slaughtered sex workers, sharing the front page with Cumbrian corpses, are we asking the wrong questions of our cinema?
Has the left developed laryngitis? It's certainly lost its voice in the mainstream media.
With the release of films misleadingly entitled Ghost and Cemetery Junction, we're made aware not of the supernatural but of the startling truth.
In cinema as in politics, it's business as usual. Mike Judge sets Extract, his comedy of social values, against the backdrop of a factory in trouble.