Birdie v Sanders: Dawn of Justice

Two things happened on the 26 March 2016. Probably more than that, like two dozen or so, but only two need concern us now.

The first is that I saw Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice at the Odeon Cinema in Leicester Square. The second is that a bird landed on the podium during a Bernie Sanders rally, providing his supporters with a moment of messianic glory.

My immediate thought was that I should take the audio from a particular section of the film and lay it over the video of Bernie and the bird. That would be pretty funny, and doubly zeitgeisty. Except I didn’t get around to it, and then a week went by and it felt like the moment had well and truly passed. I’d missed the window.

What compelled me to do it anyway a full ten years later is beyond me. But here it is.

(Note: title-wise, I also would have accepted “Bernie v Sparrow: Dawn of Justice”)

Vale Béla Tarr

I’ve stopped paying tribute to (most) great artists when they pass because it’s happening too often and other people do it better. But seeing as I have this pre-prepared…

I posted this (god) eight years ago with zero explanation, where it was met with rapturous silence. Whatever obscure context existed back then has now been positively lost to time, so maybe it’s time to finally provide some. Continue reading

The Best Films of 2025

One of the many things that struck me at the peak of COVID (aside from at least one bout of the thing itself) was how unwilling mainstream cinema was to grapple with it. The pandemic was an inconvenience, a frustrating aside, one that didn’t align with the stories Hollywood wanted to tell. The few films that did mention it were explicitly About Covid, and exceptions to the rule. Which is strange when you consider how many films made during WWII that were not been explicitly about WWII still accepted WWII as a fact of modern life. Maybe because there was no TV, no physical media, and few rep theatres, films only really existed in the moment, so felt more obliged to reflect current events. Worrying about the longevity of a film was, in those days, as sensical as worrying about the longevity of a theatre production.

Maybe we’re shifting back to that WWII mindset. In, worryingly, more ways than one. Instead of cordoning off our escapist fantasies from the threat of societal, political, environmental, technological breakdown, cinema may have finally waved the white flag. You simply can’t ignore all this stuff any longer.

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Kinnear Hamlet

“That’s the other thing you learn in grief,” Rory Kinnear told The Observer in 2023, “and maybe this is why I’m not scared of it, is the relationship continues.”

I’ve read more than a few interviews in which actor Rory Kinnear talks about the dimensions of grief, something he does thoughtfully and articulately. And, when the situation calls for it, angrily. (Read his beautiful tribute to older sister Karina in The Guardian and get apoplectic at Britain’s Tories all over again.) The subject comes up a lot when he’s speaking to the press, because when he was very young Rory lost his father, actor Roy Kinnear. Continue reading

The Best Films of 2024

The first proper book I ever read (or, to be honest, had read to me) was The Hobbit, and I spent most of my childhood (plus, to be honest, my adulthood) wanting to be one. As I wasn’t allowed to outside without footwear, the primary appeal (and, to be honest, the secondary and tertiary appeals) of being a Hobbit was living a lifestyle devoid of footwear.

Earlier this year, I took my first-ever trip to Aotearoa (New Zealand), and stepping – with actual shoes – into Hobbiton was a life-altering experience. This wasn’t like seeing the outside of Scottie’s house from Vertigo (a thoroughly random example that just happens to accord with something I did in San Francisco a year earlier); this was immersive and expansive and real, the town seeming to go on forever, just like I imagined it. As close to a childhood fantasy world properly coming true before your eyes as is physically possible. Continue reading