Category: review

James’ Shamelessly Nostalgic A-Z Of Albums That He Liked To Listen To When He Was Young – Part 16: Pablo Honey

If only there were a way to get to the sixteenth letter of the alphabet without referencing the immortal Blockbusters joke, “I’ll have a ‘P’ please Bob” But there isn’t, so I did. Obviously the above reference may mean nothing to you, particularly if you didn’t watch the quiz show Blockbusters in the 80s and…

James’ Shamelessly Nostalgic A-Z Of Albums That He Liked To Listen To When He Was Young – Part 8: How To Make Friends And Influence People

It’s always been my personal belief that the eighth letter of the alphabet should be ‘H’. Which it is. I’m not saying I’m responsible for that fact. That’s not for me to say. If others wish to credit me then that’s up to them. But, which album has the honour of representing ‘H’ today? H…

The Third Annual James Proclaims Advent Calendar of Christmas(ish) Films – Door 24

And so The Third Annual James Proclaims Advent Calendar of Christmas(ish) Films comes to an end. But what film could be lurking behind door 24? Why it’s only the utterly brilliant 2019 superhero movie Shazam!. When it comes to superheroes on the silver screen, there’s no denying that Marvel/Disney have had considerably more success in recent…

The Third Annual James Proclaims Advent Calendar of Christmas(ish) Films – Door 22

2015’s Run All Night is the third (of four to date) collaborations between director Jaume Collet-Serra and senescent superman Liam Neeson. Like all their other collaborations (Unknown, Non-Stop and The Commuter)  it’s a pretty ‘by the numbers’ action flic. This is fine if you like that kind of thing. Which I do. Unfortunately, Run All Night…

The Third Annual James Proclaims Advent Calendar of Christmas(ish) Films – Door 17

If  yesterday’s entry, Love Actually found me conflicted over my feelings about Richard Curtis as a filmmaker, then his directorial follow-up The Boat That Rocked did little to help resolve those conflicts. The Boat That Rocked is a ‘sort-of’ love letter to the pirate radio stations of the 1960s. I wasn’t alive then, so have no recollection…