In a world where information passes as knowledge, and association is so frequently confused with causation, Once Upon a Time in Hollywood provides a diverting, if not entirely satisfactory fantasy.
But “concentration camp” is the only possible definition of Fort Sill, a place that was used during the Second World War to cage those Americans who looked (subversively) Japanese. It had been closed as of 2014. But there is no achievement of the last administration so minor that it cannot be undone, and the camp will now open again, this time to intern children, seekers of asylum from the hysteria of gang violence in El Salvador, Honduras, and Guatemala.
Bower is on familiar territory when he gets on to the sex life of his unhappy victim: he pounces with the salacious information that Corbyn once had an affair with a member of his inner circle. Is it Dianne Abbot? Yes. Is it that one about how he brought his friends round to reveal her splayed out naked on his bed? Yes.
Machines Like Me is not a bad novel. Nor is it good, but somewhere in between. It exists in some literary limbo where the novels of Julian Barnes sulk like abandoned children.
Uniting Johnno and Spanner is a love of music – high tempo, electronic, frankly quite terrible music.
John Wick: Chapter 3 – Parabellum | Directed by Chad Stahelski | Action | 2h 10m
It’s brutal, bloody violence. There’s no cutting away to spare the audience the detail.
On Leonardo, Kemp has produced paper after paper, book after book. But this one is different: this one is a memoir – the sum of his career, of his life’s devotion. What a shame, then, that it is so poorly written.
Avengers: Endgame | Directed by Joe and Anthony Russo | Action, Adventure, Fantasy | 3h 1m
ENDGAME surprises principally in how much time it spends looking back, rather than forward. This is not a movie much interested in establishing what’s to come next.
The city retains something that has faded from Paris and Barcelona and Berlin: it has not yet become a self-parody, and that makes it real, and that in turn makes it, for tourists and travellers at least, worth a visit.
Engaging in this kind of discussion invariably places you in the role of some kind of curmudgeonly old Luddite, brandishing a prophetic end-of-days fist at deaf-eared youngsters taking another hit of the technological crack-pipe. I hereby revoke all claims to prophecy, but the wizened and cranky demeanour might serve.
Eighth Grade | Directed by Bo Burnham | Comedy, Drama | 1h 34m
It’s truly impressive just how cinematic EIGHTH GRADE is. Burnham may have begun his career uploading homemade videos on to YouTube, but his debut feature is at home in the cinema.
I would have told all this to John McDonnell. I would have asked, as security personnel dragged me away, why the left has so casually abandoned the right of free movement, as if it was not in fact a right but some unhelpful loophole that could only be exploited by foreign workers.
