Archive for Documentaries

Culture Vulture 20th – 26th June 2026

There are weeks when television and film simply provide entertainment, and there are weeks when they seem to engage in a wider conversation. This is one of the latter. Running through this week’s selections are questions about memory, identity and the stories nations tell about themselves. From Brazil’s obsession with football to the American Revolution, from the anti-apartheid movement to Brexit ten years on, from the Somme to Jack the Ripper, the past is everywhere.

Yet this is not a week trapped by nostalgia. Alongside the historical themes come reflections on artificial intelligence, internet culture, celebrity, science fiction and the future itself. Add in some superb classic cinema, a welcome celebration of comedy legends such as Mel Brooks and Rick Mayall, and a rare chance to revisit one of Britain’s greatest television dramas, and there is plenty here to reward curiosity. Selections and writing are by Pat Harrington.

🌟 Highlights

🌟 Goolagong (BBC Four, Saturday) – the story of one of the greatest sporting figures of the twentieth century.

🌟 Sound of Metal (BBC Two, Tuesday) – one of the most moving and original films of recent years.

🌟 Our Friends in the North (BBC Four, Wednesday) – still one of the finest dramas British television has ever produced.

Saturday 20th June

John Snow: A Last Big Story – Channel 4, 8.00pm

John Snow’s final broadcast feels less like a curtain call and more like a reckoning with time itself. The veteran journalist — now living with Alzheimer’s — turns the camera inward, tracing the contours of memory as both a gift and a thief. For decades he stood at the heart of history: wars, revolutions, elections, human triumphs and tragedies. Now, the story he’s telling is his own.

This is not a sentimental goodbye but a lucid, brave exploration of what it means to lose the very faculties that once defined a life’s work. Snow speaks with the same candour that marked his reporting, acknowledging the fog that sometimes descends and the grace of those who help him navigate it — especially his wife, Precious, whose presence here is tender and grounding.

The “last big story” is not about politics or conflict; it’s about the endurance of truth when memory falters. It’s about love, dignity, and the stubborn light of curiosity that refuses to go out. A moving, humane hour — and a reminder that journalism, at its best, is an act of empathy.

Goolagong – BBC Four, 9.00pm and 9.50pm (Episodes 1 & 2 of 3)

Evonne Goolagong Cawley’s story has always felt bigger than tennis — a life lived at the intersection of sporting brilliance and cultural change. These opening chapters trace her rise from a small Australian town to the centre court of the world, a journey shaped as much by quiet resilience as by natural grace.

What emerges is not just a portrait of a champion but of an Indigenous woman navigating a country that often refused to see her fully. The series treats her achievements with the respect they deserve, but it also lingers on the deeper legacy: how she became a symbol of possibility for those who had been told to expect little. A thoughtful, beautifully paced tribute.

Big (1988) – Great TV, 6.50pm

There’s a reason *Big* still works: beneath the high‑concept premise sits a film with real heart. Tom Hanks — all open‑faced wonder and awkward limbs — gives one of those performances that seems effortless until you try to imagine anyone else doing it.

The comedy is warm rather than wacky, the emotion earned rather than engineered. And in the middle of it all is that bittersweet truth the film never quite says aloud: childhood is fleeting, adulthood arrives too quickly, and sometimes the only way to understand either is to stand in the wrong shoes for a while.

The Odessa File (1974) – Talking Pictures TV, 9.05pm

A taut, wintry thriller adapted from Frederick Forsyth’s bestseller, *The Odessa File* plunges into the murky world of post‑war secrets and the shadow networks that tried to keep the past buried. Jon Voight plays the journalist drawn into a conspiracy that feels both sprawling and claustrophobic, the kind where every answer only deepens the unease.

It’s very much of its era — all cold streets, coded messages and moral ambiguity — but that’s part of its power. A reminder that history doesn’t end cleanly; it lingers, waiting to be uncovered.

The Hitcher (1986) – Legend, 3.05am

A late‑night shocker that still has the power to unsettle. Rutger Hauer’s performance as the enigmatic hitchhiker is one of those rare turns that elevates a genre film into something mythic: calm, charismatic, and terrifying precisely because he never overplays it.

The film itself is lean and relentless, a road movie that becomes a nightmare with no safe exits. If you’re awake at this hour, it will stay with you longer than you expect.

The Frighteners (1996) – Film4, 12.05am

Before Middle‑earth came calling, Peter Jackson made this wonderfully odd supernatural comedy‑horror — a film that refuses to sit neatly in any one box. Michael J. Fox anchors the chaos with charm, while Jackson fills the frame with inventive effects, tonal shifts and a sense of mischief that feels very much his own.

It’s a film that deserved a kinder reception on release, and time has only strengthened its cult appeal. Strange, stylish, and surprisingly heartfelt.

Sunday 21st June

Free Nelson Mandela (Episode 2 of 3) – Channel 4, 9.00pm

A compelling examination of the international campaign that helped bring apartheid to an end.

Later… with Jools Holland – BBC Two, 10.00pm

From Alexandra Palace Theatre, featuring Shania Twain, KNATS, Arlo Parks and Sam Smith. Later remains one of the best showcases for live music on television.

Gaia (2021) – Film4, 1.45am

A late‑night curio with real bite. *Gaia* takes the familiar language of eco‑horror — the forest as something ancient, watchful, and quietly furious — and pushes it into stranger, more psychological territory. The film’s power lies in its atmosphere: humid, oppressive, and threaded with the sense that nature is no longer content to be background scenery.
It’s a story about guilt and stewardship, but also about the thin line between reverence and fear. Visually striking, thematically unsettling, and perfect for the small hours when the world feels a little too alive.

The Vikings (1958) – Great Action, 2.30pm

A glorious slice of old‑school Hollywood adventure, all roaring seas, clashing swords and Technicolor swagger. Kirk Douglas and Tony Curtis throw themselves into the spectacle with the kind of commitment modern blockbusters rarely muster — every gesture big, every emotion worn proudly on the surface.
It’s a film from a time when historical epics were built on charisma rather than CGI, and its charm lies in that very theatricality. Broad, bold, and irresistibly entertaining.

Goldfinger (1964) – ITV1, 4.20pm

For me, Goldfinger isn’t just a Bond film — it’s the Bond film. The one where everything clicks into place: the swagger, the style, the danger, the flirtation, the sense that the whole enterprise has suddenly discovered its own mythology. Sean Connery is at his most relaxed and lethal, moving through the film with that effortless mix of charm and steel that no one has ever quite matched.

But what really seals its place as my favourite is the humour threaded through Ulrich Goldfinger’s dialogue — that dry, almost courtly villainy that makes every exchange a pleasure. There’s a theatricality to him, a sense that he enjoys the game as much as Bond does, and the script gives him lines that still sparkle decades later.

Sleek, confident and endlessly rewatchable, Goldfinger is the moment Bond stopped being a series of spy capers and became a cultural institution — and it still feels like the gold standard.

Hidden Figures (2016) – Film4, 6.30pm

A genuinely uplifting drama that earns every emotional beat. *Hidden Figures* tells the story of the Black women mathematicians whose brilliance helped steer NASA through the early space race — a chapter of history too long overlooked.

The film balances its inspirational arc with sharp performances and a clear‑eyed understanding of the barriers these women faced. It’s a celebration not just of intellect, but of persistence, dignity and the quiet heroism of being excellent in a world determined not to see you.

Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri (2017) – Channel 4, Midnight

Martin McDonagh’s darkly comic drama walks a tightrope between fury and tenderness. Frances McDormand is extraordinary as a mother weaponising grief into action, while the film circles themes of justice, forgiveness and the messy, contradictory ways people try — and fail — to be better.
It’s prickly, provocative, and impossible to shake. A midnight screening feels fitting: this is a story that sits with you long after the credits roll..

Monday 22nd June

Britain’s Railway Empire in Colour – More4, 9.00pm

There’s something quietly mesmerising about colourised archive footage — the way it collapses the distance between then and now. This series uses it to bring Britain’s industrial and transport heritage vividly back to life, revealing a world that feels both familiar and impossibly distant. Steam, steel and soot become not just historical artefacts but lived textures, reminders of the ingenuity and labour that built the modern country. A gentle, absorbing watch.

Lucy Worsley Investigates: Jack the Ripper – BBC Two, 9.00pm

Worsley takes a welcome detour from the usual true‑crime obsession with suspects and theories. Instead of asking who Jack the Ripper was, she asks what the murders did to us — how they shaped the modern appetite for grisly narratives, sensational reporting and the commodification of fear. It’s a thoughtful reframing, peeling back the mythology to reveal the cultural machinery beneath. Less whodunnit, more why‑we‑still‑care.

Andy Warhol’s America: Living the Dream – BBC Four, 9.00pm

Warhol understood celebrity long before the rest of us caught up. This documentary explores the artist not just as a painter or provocateur, but as a kind of cultural antenna — someone who sensed where America was heading and mirrored it back with unnerving clarity. Fame, consumerism, reinvention: Warhol didn’t just depict the American dream, he dissected it. A sharp, stylish portrait of an artist who saw the future and shrugged.

House of the Dragon – Sky Atlantic, 9.00pm

The fires of Westeros burn on. This chapter of the Targaryen saga continues to revel in dynastic politics, betrayals and the uneasy dance between power and prophecy. Dragons soar, alliances crumble, and every conversation feels like a prelude to violence. It’s grand, operatic television — the kind that understands the pleasure of watching a world eat itself from the inside out.

American Visions: The Way from the Atlantic – BBC Four, 10.00pm

A rich, expansive look at how waves of immigration reshaped American art and identity. This episode traces the cultural currents that flowed from the Atlantic into the American imagination, showing how new arrivals transformed not just the country’s demographics but its creative language. A thoughtful, beautifully curated hour for anyone interested in how nations reinvent themselves.

Secrets of the Celebrity Sex Tapes – Channel 4, 11.05pm

A provocative but revealing dive into a phenomenon that helped redefine modern fame. The programme examines how leaked tapes — once scandals — became stepping stones in the machinery of celebrity culture, blurring the lines between exploitation, agency and opportunism. It’s a story about voyeurism, power and the strange economy of attention that governs the digital age.

The Producers (1967) – BBC Two, 11.00pm

Mel Brooks’ debut feature still feels like a controlled explosion of comic energy. Zero Mostel and Gene Wilder are a perfect double act — one volcanic, the other perpetually on the brink of collapse — and the film’s audacity hasn’t dimmed with time. Satire this bold shouldn’t work, yet it does, gloriously. A riotous, meticulously crafted masterpiece.

The Phantom of Soho (1964) – Talking Pictures TV, 11.30pm

A rare chance to catch a German *Krimi* — those stylish, atmospheric crime thrillers often adapted from Edgar Wallace novels. *The Phantom of Soho* offers all the genre’s pleasures: fog‑shrouded streets, eccentric villains, and a mystery that feels both pulpy and oddly elegant. A cult curio, and a reminder of how inventive European genre cinema could be in the 1960s.

Alan Partridge: Alpha Papa (2013) – BBC One, 12.30am

One of the few TV‑to‑film transitions that genuinely works. *Alpha Papa* keeps Partridge’s small‑scale pettiness intact while placing him in a hostage‑crisis plot that somehow amplifies his absurdity rather than overwhelming it. Steve Coogan is superb, balancing pathos and pomposity with surgical precision. A late‑night treat for anyone who appreciates comedy built on exquisite discomfort.

Tuesday 23rd June

Peter Murrell: The Man with the Money – BBC Two, 7.00pm

A cool‑headed look at one of the most contentious recent chapters in Scottish politics. The documentary traces how Peter Murrell — once a discreet operator behind the scenes — became a central figure in a story that spiralled far beyond party lines. It’s less about scandal for its own sake and more about the fragility of political trust, and how quickly reputations can unravel in the glare of public scrutiny.

The American Revolution: The Times That Try Men’s Souls – BBC Four, 10.00pm

The early days of the American struggle for independence were defined by uncertainty, exhaustion and a sense that the whole enterprise might collapse before it began. This episode captures that precariousness — the cold winters, the wavering morale, the sheer improbability of the cause. A sober, well‑drawn reminder that revolutions are rarely born in triumph; they begin in doubt.

The American Revolution: Conquered by a Drawn Game – BBC Four, 11.00pm

The conflict enters a phase where victory becomes less about winning battles and more about simply enduring them. This chapter explores the strategic stalemates and the psychological toll of a war that refused to resolve itself neatly. Survival becomes its own kind of triumph, and the series shows how persistence — rather than glory — ultimately shaped the nation’s fate.

Science Fiction: Atomic Age – Sky Arts, 11.00pm

Margaret Atwood and a roster of sharp minds explore how science fiction absorbed and refracted the anxieties of the Cold War. Mutants, invasions, dystopias — all the familiar tropes take on new resonance when seen as expressions of nuclear fear and geopolitical tension. A thoughtful, engaging hour that treats sci‑fi not as escapism but as a cultural seismograph.

The Strange Love of Martha Ivers (1946) – Talking Pictures TV, 1.35pm

A richly tangled film noir steeped in secrets, ambition and the corrosive power of old sins. Barbara Stanwyck is magnetic as the woman at the centre of a web she helped spin, and the film’s atmosphere — all shadows, guilt and brittle glamour — is irresistible. A classic that still cuts deep.

The War of the Worlds (1953) – Legend, 3.00pm

The definitive screen telling of H.G. Wells’ alien invasion tale. Even now, the film’s blend of Cold War paranoia, religious awe and apocalyptic spectacle feels potent. The Martian machines remain iconic, and the sense of civilisation teetering on the brink is handled with a seriousness that later adaptations sometimes sidestep. A cornerstone of sci‑fi cinema.

Live Now Pay Later (1962) – Talking Pictures TV, 4.05pm

A sharp, surprisingly modern satire about consumerism and the seductive pull of easy credit. The film skewers the salesman culture of the era, but its observations about debt, desire and the illusion of prosperity feel eerily current. A sly, clever gem that deserves more attention.

Escape from New York (1981) – Legend, 11.30pm

John Carpenter’s dystopian classic remains a masterclass in world‑building: grimy, anarchic, and pulsing with attitude. Kurt Russell’s Snake Plissken is the ultimate anti‑hero — laconic, cynical, and somehow still magnetic. The film’s vision of a decaying America sealed inside its own violence feels both fantastical and uncomfortably prophetic.

Sound of Metal (2019) – BBC Two, 12.05am

An extraordinary, deeply humane film about hearing loss, identity and the painful work of acceptance. Riz Ahmed delivers a career‑defining performance as a drummer whose world collapses and reshapes itself in ways he never expected. The sound design is astonishing, pulling the viewer into his shifting sensory reality. A quiet masterpiece about learning to live differently.

Wednesday 24th June

Peter Flannery Remembers Our Friends in the North – BBC Four, 10.00pm

A quiet, reflective half‑hour in which Peter Flannery looks back at the making of one of British television’s towering achievements. What emerges isn’t just nostalgia but a sense of how rare it is for a drama to capture the sweep of political, social and personal change with such clarity. Flannery speaks with the calm authority of someone who knows he created something that will outlast all of us.

Our Friends in the North – BBC Four, 10.15pm, 11.25pm and 12.30am

The 1964, 1966 and 1967 episodes return — early chapters in a saga that still feels astonishingly relevant. Watching them now, you’re struck by how confidently the series moves between the intimate and the epic: friendships tested by ambition, politics reshaping lives, history pressing in on ordinary people. It remains one of the great British dramas, not because it tries to be important, but because it understands how people are shaped by the times they live through.

How Green Was My Valley (1941) – Film4, 1.30pm

John Ford’s elegy to a Welsh mining community is as moving now as it was eight decades ago. The film’s power lies in its tenderness — the way it honours working‑class life without romanticising the hardship that defined it. Memory, loss and belonging run through every frame, and Ford’s eye for human dignity remains unmatched. A classic that earns its sentiment.

Bad Lieutenant (1992) – Legend, 1.35am

This version of *Bad Lieutenant* is one of my favourite films — and it’s easy to explain why. Abel Ferrara strips the crime drama down to something raw, feverish and spiritually bruised. Harvey Keitel gives a performance that feels almost too intimate for the screen: a man collapsing under the weight of his own corruption, staggering through addiction, rage and self‑loathing until he reaches a moment of grace that is as shocking as anything that precedes it.

What makes the film extraordinary is its refusal to tidy up human behaviour. It’s messy, anguished, confrontational — but also deeply compassionate. Ferrara understands that redemption, when it comes, is rarely clean or comfortable. The film stares directly at human ruin and still finds something worth salvaging. That’s why it lingers, and why it remains one of the most powerful pieces of American cinema of the 1990s.

Thursday 25th June

Boy George and Culture Club – Sky Arts, 9.00pm

A look back at one of the defining acts of the 1980s.

Rick Mayall: Magnificent Bastard – Sky Documentaries, 9.00pm

A full‑blooded tribute to a performer who didn’t just change British comedy — he detonated it. Rick Mayall was a force of nature: all manic energy, wicked intelligence and that unmistakable glint that told you he was about to push a scene somewhere dangerous, hilarious, or both. The documentary captures that volatility beautifully. You’re reminded how he could dominate a frame simply by entering it, how his presence made even seasoned actors brace themselves for impact.

What comes through most strongly is the sheer joy of him — the way he treated comedy as a contact sport, hurling himself into performances with a physicality that felt both reckless and precise. Whether it was the punk chaos of The Young Ones, the grotesque brilliance of Bottom, or the sly, weaponised charm he brought to everything else, Mayall operated on a frequency entirely his own.

But the programme also honours the man behind the mayhem: the generosity, the loyalty, the fierce work ethic. Colleagues speak about him with a mixture of awe and affection, aware that they were in the orbit of someone genuinely irreplaceable.

It’s a reminder that Mayall didn’t just make people laugh — he expanded the possibilities of what British comedy could be. A magnificent bastard, yes, but also a once‑in‑a‑generation talent whose influence still ripples through everything that came after.

Mel Brooks and Me – BBC Four, 11.25pm

Alan Yentob sits down with a comedy titan whose career spans continents, genres and several eras of American entertainment. Brooks is funny even when he’s not trying to be, but what makes this profile compelling is the sense of a man who has always understood the mechanics of laughter — how to build it, how to weaponise it, and how to survive by it. A warm, generous portrait.

Imagine: Mel Brooks Unwrapped – BBC Four, 11.35pm

A companion piece that digs deeper into Brooks’ extraordinary career, from the Borscht Belt to Broadway to Hollywood. There’s mischief, of course — Brooks can’t help himself — but also a surprising amount of reflection. You’re reminded that behind the chaos of *The Producers* and *Blazing Saddles* lies a meticulous craftsman who shaped modern comedy more than almost anyone else.

Little Big Man (1970) – 5 Action, 1.20pm

Arthur Penn’s revisionist western dismantles the myths of the American frontier with wit, melancholy and a sharp political edge. Dustin Hoffman plays the 121‑year‑old Jack Crabb recounting a life lived at the margins of history, and the film uses his tall tales to expose the violence and hypocrisy beneath the old cowboy legends. Funny, tragic and quietly radical.

All the King’s Men (1949) – Film4, 2.45pm

A powerful, still‑resonant study of political corruption and the seductive pull of populism. Broderick Crawford is mesmerising as Willie Stark, a man who begins with righteous fury and ends consumed by the very forces he once railed against. The film’s moral clarity — and its understanding of how power corrodes — feels as sharp today as it did in 1949.

Friday 26th June

What Happened at the Somme – BBC One, 7.30pm

Whenever a programme turns its attention to the First World War, I find myself watching through the lens of my own visits to the Somme — trips taken over many years with my good friend, mentor and historian Alan Midgley, who is sadly no longer with us. Alan had that rare gift of bringing history alive without ever sensationalising it. Walking those fields with him — the wind moving through the grass, the silence settling over ground that once shook with unimaginable violence — changed the way I understand the war. It stopped being “history” and became something intimate, human, and painfully present.

One image in particular has stayed with me: the German First World War Jewish graves at Falaise cemetery. Perfectly tended, modest, marked with the Star of David. Standing there, Alan quietly explaining the regiments and the dates, I felt the weight of something far larger than the war itself. These were young men who fought and died for a country that, within a generation, would declare them outsiders, strip them of citizenship, and ultimately murder their families.

Their sacrifice — loyal, patriotic, and no different from that of their Christian comrades — counted for nothing in the eyes of the regime that followed. That is the tragedy carved into those stones. They died believing they were part of the German nation; history repaid them with betrayal.

It is impossible to stand in that cemetery and not feel the moral dissonance of it all: the neat rows, the dignity of the inscriptions, the quiet respect of the place — and the knowledge that the country they served would later deny their very right to belong. It is one of the most haunting lessons the Western Front offers: that memory is fragile, and that the meaning of sacrifice can be rewritten by those who come after.

So when I watch any documentary about the Great War — its battles, its politics, its human cost — I do so with those visits in mind. The Somme is not just a battlefield; it is a landscape of ghosts. And thanks to Alan, I learned to see it not as a place of death, but as a place of enduring remembrance — a reminder of how easily nations forget the people who fought for them, and how important it is that we do not.

Independence Storm – PBS America, 7.55pm

A clear‑eyed historical documentary tracing the turbulent path toward national independence. Rather than offering a tidy narrative, it leans into the complexity — the competing visions, the fractures within movements, and the sheer human cost of political transformation. It’s a reminder that independence is rarely a single moment of triumph, but a long, contested process shaped by sacrifice, compromise and the stubborn will of ordinary people.

My Tiger Family – BBC Two, 9.00pm

An intimate, beautifully shot wildlife documentary that follows a family of tigers with a patience and tenderness that feels almost novelistic. The filmmakers give the animals space to be themselves — wary, playful, fierce, vulnerable — and the result is a portrait of family life that feels surprisingly relatable. The jungle becomes a character in its own right, a place of danger and sanctuary in equal measure. Quietly captivating.

Flood: When the Thames Drowned London – Channel 5, 9.00pm

A gripping reconstruction of one of London’s greatest natural disasters, charting how a combination of weather, tide and human miscalculation brought the capital to the brink. The programme blends eyewitness accounts, archival material and expert analysis to show how fragile a city can be when nature decides to test it. It’s sobering, but also oddly reassuring — a reminder of how much has been learned, and how much still depends on vigilance.

Madonna and Graham – BBC One, 10.40pm

Madonna joins Graham Norton for what promises to be a lively, revealing conversation. She remains one of pop’s most enduring provocateurs — sharp, funny, and entirely unwilling to play the role expected of her. Norton, with his mix of mischief and empathy, is one of the few interviewers capable of drawing out both the armour and the person beneath it. Expect candour, humour and at least one moment that will be replayed endlessly online.

True Grit (1969) – 5 Action, 1.25pm

The film that finally won John Wayne his Oscar, and with good reason. As Rooster Cogburn, Wayne delivers a performance that balances gruffness with surprising warmth, playing a man whose rough exterior hides a stubborn moral core. The film itself is a classic frontier tale — dusty, funny, and shot through with a melancholy that deepens with age. A western that earns its place in the canon.

Psycho (1960) – BBC Two, 11.00pm

Hitchcock’s masterpiece remains one of the most influential thrillers ever made — a film that rewrote the rules of suspense, narrative and audience expectation. Even now, its shocks still land, not because of gore but because of the director’s absolute command of tension and misdirection. Bernard Herrmann’s score, the stark black‑and‑white photography, the audacity of the plot — it all adds up to a film that feels both timeless and perpetually unsettling. A landmark of modern cinema.

Dark Waters (2019) – BBC Two, 12.45am

A quietly devastating film that takes a familiar American story — corporate malfeasance on an industrial scale — and strips it of sensationalism until all that remains is the slow, grinding horror of the truth. Todd Haynes directs with a kind of moral stillness, letting the facts speak for themselves, and the result is a drama that feels less like a thriller and more like a reckoning.

Mark Ruffalo gives one of his finest performances as Rob Bilott, the corporate defence lawyer who finds himself on the wrong side of the table when a West Virginia farmer brings him evidence of something deeply wrong. What begins as a favour becomes a decades‑long battle against DuPont, a company whose chemical pollution poisoned a community, contaminated the water supply, and quietly entered the bloodstream of almost every living person on the planet.

The film’s power lies in its refusal to exaggerate. There are no grand speeches, no courtroom fireworks, no Hollywood catharsis. Instead, Haynes shows the toll of persistence: the long nights, the fraying relationships, the professional isolation, the sense of pushing against a machine designed to exhaust anyone who challenges it. Bilott’s heroism is not glamorous — it is patient, stubborn, and quietly self‑sacrificial.

What makes Dark Waters so unsettling is the scale of the harm. The chemicals at the centre of the case — PFOA, used in Teflon — were never meant to leave the lab, yet they ended up everywhere: in rivers, in soil, in animals, in human blood. The film makes clear that this wasn’t an accident but a choice, a corporate calculation that the cost of cleaning up would be greater than the cost of letting people suffer.

Haynes shoots the story in muted tones, as if the world itself has been leached of colour by the contamination. It’s a visual metaphor for a system where accountability is always deferred, and where the truth emerges only because one man refuses to stop digging.

By the time the credits roll, the devastation is not loud but cumulative — a sense of how fragile public trust is, and how easily it can be poisoned when profit becomes the only measure of value. Dark Waters is a film that lingers, not because it shocks, but because it tells the truth plainly and lets the implications settle in your bones.

Streaming Choice

The Root of the Game (Netflix) – A rich, three‑part exploration of Brazil’s relationship with football — not as a pastime, but as a national language. The series understands that Brazilian football is inseparable from the country’s history, politics and social tensions. It moves from the street pitches of Rio to the vast modern arenas, tracing how the game became a vehicle for identity, resistance and joy.
What’s most striking is the emotional range: football as escape, as aspiration, as a mirror of inequality, and as a kind of collective poetry. The documentary captures the swagger and sorrow of a nation that sees itself reflected in the way it plays.

Avatar: Fire and Ash (Disney+) – James Cameron continues his ecological epic with a chapter that deepens the mythology of Pandora while pushing the emotional stakes higher. The film blends astonishing visual spectacle with a story rooted in family, displacement and the cost of survival.
Cameron remains one of the few filmmakers who can make digital worlds feel tactile and lived‑in. The action sequences have a clarity and physicality that most blockbusters can only dream of, but the real power lies in the quieter moments — the bonds between characters, the rituals of Na’vi life, the sense of a world fighting to protect itself.
It’s grand, earnest, and made with a sincerity that feels increasingly rare.

The Agency – Season 2 (Paramount+) – One of television’s smartest espionage dramas returns with a second season that doubles down on moral ambiguity and psychological tension. The series treats intelligence work not as glamour but as a slow erosion of certainty — a world where loyalty is provisional, truth is negotiable, and every decision carries a cost.
The writing is taut, the performances tightly wound, and the plotting intricate without ever becoming opaque. It’s a rare spy drama that trusts the audience to keep up, and rewards them for doing so.

I Am Frank Ordell (Netflix) – An animated fantasy adventure with a streak of eccentricity that sets it apart from the usual streaming offerings. Frank Ordell is an unlikely hero drawn into a world of magic, mischief and moral dilemmas, and the film balances humour with a surprisingly thoughtful emotional core.The animation is vibrant without being frantic, and the storytelling has that gentle, slightly off‑centre charm that appeals to adults as much as children. A small, distinctive delight.

Richard Jewell (Netflix) – Clint Eastwood’s quietly furious examination of media hysteria and institutional failure. The film recounts the true story of Richard Jewell, the security guard who discovered a bomb at the 1996 Atlanta Olympics — and was then wrongly accused of planting it. Paul Walter Hauser gives a remarkable, deeply humane performance as a man bewildered by the speed with which public admiration turned into suspicion. Eastwood directs with restraint, letting the injustice speak for itself.
The film’s critique of press frenzy and FBI overreach feels depressingly timeless.

The American Experiment (Netflix) – A sweeping documentary series that examines how American identity has been constructed, contested and continually reinvented. Rather than offering a single thesis, it embraces contradiction: the tension between idealism and inequality, unity and division, myth and reality.
It moves through history, culture, politics and personal testimony, showing how the idea of America has always been a negotiation rather than a fixed point. Thoughtful, ambitious and refreshingly nuanced.

Boiling Point (Channel 4 Streaming) – f you haven’t seen it yet, now is the moment. Boiling Point is one of the most gripping British dramas of recent years — a single‑take pressure cooker set in a restaurant kitchen on the brink of collapse. Stephen Graham is superb as a chef barely holding his life together, and the film captures the chaos, camaraderie and emotional volatility of service with unnerving authenticity. It’s tense, humane and utterly absorbing. Catch it before it disappears.

Volver (BFI Player) – Pedro Almodóvar’s warm, funny and deeply humane masterpiece — a film that blends melodrama, mystery and domestic comedy with the director’s trademark generosity of spirit. Penélope Cruz gives one of her finest performances as a woman navigating family secrets, grief and unexpected reinvention. The film is a celebration of female resilience, community and the strange ways the past refuses to stay buried. Rich, colourful and emotionally resonant, Volver is Almodóvar at his most accessible and most profound.

Radio Choice

Midsummer Dreaming – Radio 3, Saturday 9.30pm

A gently enchanting programme that treats midsummer not as a date in the calendar but as a state of mind — a moment when the year seems to pause, the light stretches impossibly long, and the world feels briefly suspended between the ordinary and the magical. Midsummer Dreaming weaves together music, poetry and quiet reflection to evoke that sense of threshold: the lingering glow of evening, the hum of the natural world, the feeling that something ancient is stirring just beyond the edge of perception.

Radio 3 excels at this kind of mood‑building, and the programme draws on a wide palette — from folk traditions and choral works to contemporary compositions that capture the shimmer and stillness of the season. The selections aren’t just pretty; they’re evocative, tapping into the deep cultural roots of midsummer as a time of ritual, celebration and gentle mischief.

Interwoven with the music are reflections that give the hour its emotional weight. There’s a sense of looking both forward and back: midsummer as a moment of abundance, but also a reminder that the light will soon begin to recede. The programme understands that this is what gives the season its poignancy — the beauty is heightened because it is fleeting.

It’s the kind of broadcast that invites you to slow down, step outside for a moment, and listen to the world breathing. A perfect midsummer companion: thoughtful, atmospheric and quietly restorative.

Archive on 4: The Art of Listening – Radio 4, Saturday 8.00pm

An exploration of what it truly means to listen.

10 Years After Brexit – Radio 4, Sunday 1.30pm

A decade on from Britain’s departure from the European Union, this programme takes a measured, quietly probing look at what has — and hasn’t — changed. Rather than reheating the old arguments, it focuses on lived experience: how Brexit has reshaped work, identity, borders, and the country’s sense of itself.
Economists, historians and ordinary citizens offer perspectives that are sometimes contradictory, sometimes unexpectedly aligned, but always grounded in the reality of a nation still negotiating the consequences of its choice.
What emerges is not a verdict but a portrait of a country in transition — one still trying to understand what sovereignty means in practice, and what kind of future it wants to build.
As with all political retrospectives, listeners should confirm details with trusted sources.

Being Greek – Radio 4, Tuesday 9.00am

A thoughtful examination of identity, heritage and belonging.

Podcast Choice

Artifacts

A compelling series that digs into the emotional history of the internet — not the technology, but the traces we leave behind. Each episode takes a digital “artifact” (a message board post, a meme, a long‑forgotten website, a viral moment) and uses it as a doorway into the ways online life has shaped memory, relationships and self‑expression.
What makes it special is its tone: empathetic, curious, and alert to the fact that the internet is not just infrastructure but a vast archive of human longing, creativity and embarrassment.
It’s a reminder that digital culture isn’t ephemeral at all — it’s where many of our most intimate stories now live.

Endgame

A thoughtful, often unsettling exploration of one of the defining questions of our age: can humanity live alongside Artificial General Intelligence? Rather than indulging in sci‑fi panic or techno‑utopian cheerleading, the podcast takes a sober, interdisciplinary approach — speaking to philosophers, engineers, ethicists and psychologists about what AGI might mean for work, autonomy, creativity and the very idea of being human. The strength of the series lies in its refusal to simplify. It acknowledges both the extraordinary potential and the profound risks, and it treats listeners as adults capable of holding both ideas at once. A gripping, intellectually serious listen that feels urgently relevant.

The Rest Is Politics – Who Funds Reform?

An examination of political funding, influence and the forces behind one of Britain’s most talked-about political movements.

This week’s Culture Vulture ranges from the Welsh valleys of 1941 to the future of artificial intelligence, from Bond and Hitchcock to Evonne Goolagong and Nelson Mandela. The strongest thread running through it all is the question of how individuals and societies tell their stories. Whether through film, television, radio or podcasts, the past is constantly being revisited, challenged and reinterpreted. That makes this one of the most thoughtful and rewarding cultural weeks of the year so far.

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Review of ‘Last Stop Larimah’

There’s a kind of town you come across in the Northern Territory now and then. A pub, a few weather-beaten buildings, maybe a servo if you’re lucky, sitting alone beside the highway as if the rest of the country forgot about it years ago. Larimah is one of those places. Blink while driving north from Daly Waters and you’d miss it entirely. But after watching Last Stop Larimah, you’ll never forget it.

Promotional poster for the HBO documentary 'Last Stop Larrimah: Murder Down Under', featuring a central smiling man in a cowboy hat and various residents in front of Larrimah signs. Text includes release information and credits.

The film circles around the disappearance of Paddy Moriarty, a hard-drinking bush character who vanished one day in 2017 along with his little dog. In any ordinary town it would’ve been odd enough. In Larimah, where the population could nearly fit around a card table, it turned into something between a murder mystery and a bush ballad.

What makes the documentary work so well is that it understands the Territory instinctively. It doesn’t arrive with a clipboard and a superior attitude from Sydney or Melbourne. It lets people talk. It lets silences hang in the air and it understands that Territorians often say the funniest things completely by accident, and that half the truth out bush is hidden inside exaggeration, gossip and old grudges.

And Christ-on-a-Bike, there are grudges in Larimah.

The townsfolk eye each other off like characters from some subtropical western. Everybody’s got a theory about Paddy. Everybody’s got a complaint about somebody else. One woman keeps a collection of homemade dolls hanging from trees that would frighten the life out of you after dark. Another resident carries on like a frontier publican from 1953. There are barking dogs, rusted machinery, warm beer, old caravans and enough personal feuds to start a small war.

The remarkable thing is that none of it feels forced. Australians of a certain age will recognise these people instantly. Every small town had a few once upon a time. Blokes who’d gone north after marriages collapsed. Women tougher than wire. Old bush workers who drank too much, talked too loud and somehow survived everything the country threw at them.

The Territory itself hangs over every scene. Those huge empty distances. The glare coming off the road. The sense that civilisation is a very thin arrangement out there and could blow away in the dry season wind. The filmmakers are wise enough not to overdo it. They let the country speak for itself.

What stays with you afterwards isn’t really the mystery, though that’s compelling enough. It’s the feeling that you’ve glimpsed a fading Australia. Not the tourist-brochure version with infinity pools and sunset cocktails, but the old north where people could still disappear into the scrub and where communities ran on gossip, resilience and sheer bloody-mindedness.

There’s a sadness underneath it all. Larimah feels like the last flicker of a world built by fettlers, drovers, station hands and wanderers who preferred hard country to easy company. Towns like it are disappearing now. The highways got better, the traffic got faster, and modern Australia slowly flowed around them.

But for an hour and a half, Last Stop Larimah takes you back there. Back to the beer-stained bars and dusty verges of the old Territory. Back to an Australia that was eccentric, suspicious, hilarious and strangely free.

A wonderful documentary. Funny without trying too hard, unsettling without becoming morbid, and full of affection for the people of the north. Exactly the sort of story the Territory tells best.

By David Ironside

Available to view in the UK on Netflix.

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Review: Orwell: 2=2+5

Film review, The Light Cinema, New Brighton, April 16th, 2026, by Anthony C Green

Produced and written by Raoul Peck

Narrated by Damian Lewis

Introduction

This 2025 documentary film seems to be receiving only a very limited cinema release in the UK. This single-night showing was the only one I could find locally. Consequently, the admittedly smallish theatre was packed. Hopefully, the film will soon find a wider audience through streaming and/or a physical release.

Format

Made with the full co-operation of the Orwell estate, the format of the documentary is to feature excerpts from Orwell’s writings, read by Damian Lewis   accompanied by illustrative visual footage. The writings include excerpts from his novels, especially, as one might expect, from 1984, as well as Animal Farm, Burmese Days, non-fiction works like Homage to Catalonia and Down and out in Paris and London, and many of his essays and letters, right up to his very final letter before his early death, aged 46, in 1950.

Thus, we get the story of Orwell’s life and the development of his world outlook, and as a writer told in his own words.

The visuals include clips from three of the filmed versions of 1984, the BBC play production from 1954, starring Peter Cushig and reviewed by me here Review of the 1954 BBC Adaptation of Orwell’s 1984 , the 1956 American version, and the version starring John Hurt and Richard Burton released in 1984 itself. We also get clips from the animated 1950s version of Animal Farm, and from the BBC 1983 play The Crystal Spirit: Orwell on Jura (the isolated Scottish Island where Orwell wrote 1984). This latter was particularly pleasing to me, as I well remember this at the time of broadcast and have been searching for a means of watching it again in full for years. Sadly, it still doesn’t seem to exist anywhere.

We also get to see rare photographs of Orwell, from infancy onwards, supplied by the Orwell estate.

But the bulk of the visuals are either historical in nature, of Hitler, Stalin, Mao etc, and especially relatively modern footage, up to and including 2024, all designed to show the prescience of Orwell as a writer, of his continuing relevance today. 

Positives

For the most part, the format works superbly well, and some of the footage is very powerful. For instance, the beating of natives by British police in Burma/Myanmar, in which Orwell served as a low-level operative of the British Empire, and documented in Burmese Days, a period that made him a staunch anti-imperialist for the rest of his life, and the public hanging of Nazi collaborators in, from memory, France, accompanied by cheering crowds, just as such executions were greeted in 1984.

Orwell was one of the greatest of all English writers. We can’t quite hear his voice itself because, sadly, despite the very many BBC broadcasts he made on behalf of the coalition government during the Second World War, not a single recording of his voice has survived, or as yet to be recovered. Given that we can hear Oscar Wilde resighting The Ballad of Reading Gaol from a half-century before, and even the voice of Queen Victoria, this is surprising, so we can live in hope that one day the real voice of Orwell may be unearthed from somewhere, just as two long-long lost episodes of Doctor Who and first film appearance of Oliver Hardy were recently recovered from private film collections by British charity Film Is Fabulous.

In any case, in the narration of Lewis we get the next best thing, and he does it well, sounding as we might expect Orwell to have sounded, allowing us to suspend disbelief and imagine that we are hearing the voice of Orwell himself.

And every word we hear did indeed come directly from Orwell, revealing his continued relevance as a writer and social commentator.

He was both very much of his time and out of this time. A very English radical with whom one can have their political differences, as I certainly do, especially over Spain and his death-bed fingering of British fellow writers for being potential or actual communist sympathisers to MI5, while still appreciating him as a writer whose politics came from the right place, from his essential decency as a human being.

Of the footage, the parts towards the end which reveal the extent that the corporate media in the West has been concentrated in fewer and fewer hands, and has essentially become the mouthpiece of a corrupt political elite which essentially funded and maintained by the same small group of people perhaps hits home hardest.

Negatives

I’m not sure all of the modern-day examples designed to heed Orwell’s warnings about Totalitarianism worked quite so well. Indeed, there was a certain irony about some of these choices.

I can’t quite remember the quotation, and I’m paraphrasing, but someone once sad that the most effective forms of propaganda is that which is invisible to its intended recipients. We don’t see it and accept it as normal, in the same way that fish can have no concept of water. Water to a fish simply the world.

This idea is, I think, referenced in the film, and yet, taken as a whole, I thought the documentary almost took for granted that a left-liberal-worldview is a normality that should be defended, and that any challenge to this, however mild, has the potential to evolve into the form of totalitarianism which we hear Orwell repeatedly warning against.

Thus, as well as the obvious choices of the usual pantheon of ‘evil dictators’, we see footage of largely innocuous modern populist politicians such as Meloni, Le Pen, and Orban defending traditional ideas of the family that were taken for granted by virtually all until only a few years ago (and still are by most).

From my perspective, the difficulty many mainstream politicians have had in recent years in defining fairly self-explanatory concepts such as the definition of a woman, or the mangling of the English language to suit the sensitivities of small groups of self-appointed LGBT+ leaders through the introductions of pronouns like ‘They-Them’ would seem to be the very epitome of Newspeak as articulated by Orwell. The film seems to ignore this and to concentrate on alleged demagogic populism as the danger, ignoring the possibility that liberalism itself can be every bit as totalitarian as socialism or nationalism.

There is also far too much Trump. There are very many reasons to be anti-Trump in this time of the war on Iran, but just as McCarthyism in the early 1950s introduced the concept of ‘Premature anti-Fascism’ as a means of damning American radicals as communists, this film was made before the current war, and there were legitimate reasons for supporting Trump in 2024 in the hope of rolling back the rise of a totalitarian form of liberalism.

There is also evidence that the 2020 election was indeed stolen, and that the January 6th demonstrations only took a violent turn through FBI infiltration (as the Iranian protests of December 2025-January 2026 turned towards violence through the infiltration of, and supply of weaponry by Mossad.) It’s taken for granted here that it was the January 6th protesters in Washington who represented a threat to democracy.

There’s also too much Putin. Putin is an authoritarian, undoubtedly, but not a Totalitarian. Political debate happens in Russia. The term used by Putin to categorise their ongoing action in Ukraine, the Special Military Operation, is presented as a mere euphemism for war, and used as an example of how Newspeak is alive and well in the modern world. All I can say, is that the issue is not so black and white. The Russia-Ukraine conflict didn’t begin in February 2022, and I suspect Orwell would have been aware of this, and would have highlighted it, had he been alive today.

There is footage of the devastation caused by Israel in Gaza, but again, no indication that the Israel-Palestine conflict has much deeper roots.

The inclusion of criticism of the state of Israel in the modern IHRA definition of antisemitism is also, rightly, referenced as a modern example of the use of Newspeak. But there nothing about the power of the Zionist lobby within the modern body-politic, especially in America.

A few lines by Orwell about how the British ruling class often spends its time on stupid frivolities are accompanied by footage of Richard Branson taking a space pleasure-trip. But there is nothing about some of the far darker activities of what is increasingly being dubbed The Epstein Class; and the files were already well-known at the time the film was being made.

I think Orwell would have had a lot to say about the descent from frivolity to debauchery and outright evil by a corrupt globalist elite.

There are also sections about the dangers of misinformation being spread by an unregulated alternative media, including social media. Of course, this does happen, and with the spread of AI generated content it’s getting harder and harder to sift through platforms like X and make a judgement as to what is and isn’t true. But without such platforms, and the availability of dissident podcasts on platforms like You Tube and Rumble, we would be completely at the mercy of the corporate media as regards access to information. Had he been around today, I’m sure that Orwell, who was never comfortable about being a paid mouthpiece of British propaganda through his wartime BBC broadcasts, as is made clear in the film, would have been one of those alternative Oline voices.

The most glaring omission of all for me was the absence of any mention at all of the covid-lockdowns, perhaps the biggest, in global scale, exercise in mass brainwashing ever seen; and this happened only five-six years ago.

We close with the famous quote from 1984 that ‘If there is hope, it lies in the proles,’ accompanied by footage of striking nurses on a picket line. A hopeful place to stop, but to damn any form of mass, populist action as potentially totalitarian as happens earlier in the film, seems to me to be a contradiction.

Conclusion

I’m perhaps being over critical. There’s a lot here, in a two-hour film, to digest in a single sitting. I hope to see it again soon in the not-too-distant future, and I recommend it to anyone interested in Orwell, in politics, or simply in the art of documentary filmmaking.

Anthony C Green, April 2026

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Culture Vulture 21st – 27th March 2026

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This week’s Culture Vulture moves between shadow and light, from the moral labyrinth of post-war Vienna to the existential drift of modern memory, with plenty of sharp turns in between. It’s a schedule that rewards curiosity—whether that’s revisiting the classics or taking a chance on more challenging contemporary work.

🌟 Highlights this week:

The Third Man (Saturday) remains a masterclass in atmosphere and ambiguity; Training Day (Sunday) delivers a blistering study in corruption anchored by a towering central performance; and Boiling Point (Thursday) offers one of the most intense cinematic experiences of recent years, unfolding in a single, breathless take.

Alongside these, there’s a strong literary thread on Sunday evening via BBC Four, and a run of documentaries that probe power, identity, and memory. In short, a week that leans into substance without sacrificing entertainment. Selections and previews are by Pat Harrington.

Saturday 21st March

🌟 The Third Man (1949) BBC Two, 1:00 PM

Carol Reed’s masterpiece returns like a half‑remembered dream, its post‑war Vienna still carved into zones of occupation and moral exhaustion. The city becomes a character in its own right—bomb‑pitted, rain‑slick, and permanently off‑kilter—where every doorway seems to hide a watcher and every friendship carries a price.

Joseph Cotten’s bewildered Holly Martins stumbles through this broken landscape with the earnestness of a man who hasn’t yet realised the world has moved on without him. And then, of course, there’s Orson Welles: appearing late, disappearing early, yet haunting every frame. His Harry Lime is charm weaponised—an easy smile masking a worldview stripped of sentiment, a man who thrives in the cracks where empires collapse.

Reed’s tilted camerawork and Robert Krasker’s chiaroscuro photography create a visual grammar of unease, while Anton Karas’s zither score—jaunty, ironic, unforgettable—cuts against the darkness like a grin in a graveyard.

What lingers is the film’s moral clarity: not the simplicity of good versus evil, but the harder truth that in a ruined world, decency is a fragile, stubborn act. The Third Man understands that corruption isn’t always monstrous; sometimes it’s merely convenient. And that makes it all the more chilling.

Hobson’s Choice (1954) Talking Pictures, 4:35 PM

David Lean’s shift from epic sweep to cobbled‑street intimacy yields one of his most generous films—a wry, affectionate portrait of working‑class aspiration in a world that insists on knowing its place. Charles Laughton gives a gloriously blustering turn as Henry Hobson, a man pickled in his own self‑importance, but it’s Brenda de Banzie’s Maggie who quietly takes the reins. Her resolve is the film’s true engine: calm, practical, and utterly unwilling to let circumstance dictate her future.

Lean treats the Salford streets with a craftsman’s eye—warm light on shop windows, the bustle of trade, the small rituals of labour that give a community its rhythm. And in John Mills’ shy, gifted bootmaker, the film finds a tender study of talent overlooked until someone insists on seeing it.

What makes Hobson’s Choice endure is its humane clarity. It understands that liberation often begins in the domestic sphere, in the simple refusal to accept the limits others set for you. It’s a comedy, yes, but one with a spine of steel and a deep affection for the people who quietly reshape their world through competence, courage, and sheer bloody-mindedness.

A deeply satisfying piece of British storytelling—funny, warm, and sharper than it first appears.

Meet the Parents (2000) ITV2, 9:00 PM

A comedy of manners sharpened into something closer to a social gauntlet, Meet the Parents remains painfully funny because it understands a simple truth: nothing exposes our insecurities faster than meeting the in‑laws. Ben Stiller’s Greg Focker arrives as the perennial outsider—earnest, eager, catastrophically overthinking every gesture—only to collide with Robert De Niro’s Jack Byrnes, a patriarch whose quiet scrutiny feels more like an interrogation conducted under soft lighting.

What begins as mild awkwardness escalates with almost architectural precision. Each scene adds a fresh layer of discomfort: a misplaced joke, a family heirloom shattered, a cat that refuses to cooperate. The comedy works because it’s recognisable—every misstep is rooted in the desperate human urge to be liked, to belong, to prove oneself worthy of the people we love.

De Niro plays Jack with a beautifully controlled menace, the kind that never raises its voice because it doesn’t need to. Stiller, meanwhile, gives one of his finest physical performances, a man whose body seems to fold in on itself as the weekend unravels.

The result is a film that’s both excruciating and oddly tender. Beneath the humiliation lies a story about acceptance, vulnerability, and the fragile negotiations that bind families together.

La Chimera (2023) BBC Four, 9:20 PM

Alice Rohrwacher’s latest drifts in like a half‑remembered folktale, a story told in the hush between waking and sleep. Set among tomb‑raiders and dreamers on the fringes of modern Italy, it follows Arthur—Josh O’Connor, all haunted eyes and inward tilt—as he moves through the world like a man caught between realms. He’s grieving, searching, pulled backwards by a love he can’t relinquish and a past that refuses to stay buried.

Rohrwacher isn’t interested in tidy plotting or narrative closure; she’s after something more elusive. The film moves with the logic of memory—scenes folding into one another, time slipping, the camera wandering with a curiosity that feels almost archaeological. Earth, stone, dust, and song: everything here has texture, a lived‑in tactility that makes the film feel dug up rather than constructed.

What emerges is a meditation on longing and the quiet ache of things lost. It’s a film that asks you to surrender to its rhythm, to let its melancholy humour and gentle strangeness wash over you. Not for viewers who need firm handrails, but for those willing to meet it where it lives, La Chimera is quietly, insistently haunting—a story that lingers like a ghost brushing past your shoulder.

Aftersun (2022) BBC Two, 11:45 PM

Charlotte Wells’ debut unfolds like a memory you can’t quite hold still—sun‑bleached, tender, and edged with the quiet knowledge of what you didn’t understand at the time. Set on a modest Turkish holiday, it follows young Sophie and her father Calum, their days filled with the small rituals of a package break: poolside games, camcorder footage, the soft choreography of a relationship built on love and unspoken strain.

Paul Mescal gives a performance of extraordinary restraint, playing a man who is present and absent all at once—warm, playful, but carrying a weight he never names. Wells captures him in fragments: a glance held too long, a smile that falters, a moment alone on a balcony where the mask slips. The film trusts the audience to read between the lines, to feel the emotional weather gathering at the edges of the frame.

What makes Aftersun so quietly devastating is its structure: the adult Sophie piecing together her father through the grainy footage of that holiday, trying to understand the man she loved but never fully knew. It’s a film about the limits of memory, the tenderness of hindsight, and the way certain moments lodge in the heart long after the details fade.

Its emotional impact doesn’t announce itself. It creeps in, gentle and insistent, and stays with you long after the credits roll—like a song you can’t stop hearing, even when you’re not sure where you first learned it.

Infinity Pool (2023) Channel 4, 12:45 AM

Brandon Cronenberg’s Infinity Pool slinks in with the confidence of a nightmare that knows exactly where it’s taking you. Set in a luxury resort sealed off from the country surrounding it, the film skewers the kind of wealth that treats borders, laws, and even human life as optional inconveniences. Alexander Skarsgård’s blocked novelist arrives hoping for inspiration; what he finds instead is a world where consequence can be bought off, duplicated, or discarded entirely.

Cronenberg builds his satire with a cold, clinical precision. The resort’s sterile opulence sits uneasily beside the brutality it enables, and every indulgence feels like a step further into moral freefall. Mia Goth is mesmerising as the agent of chaos—playful, predatory, and utterly unbound—drawing Skarsgård’s character into a spiral where violence becomes entertainment and identity starts to slip.

The film is deliberately excessive, pushing its imagery and ideas to the point of discomfort. But beneath the provocation lies a sharp critique: a portrait of privilege so insulated that it forgets what it means to be accountable, or even recognisably human.

Disturbing, hypnotic, and darkly funny in places, Infinity Pool is less a holiday from reality than a descent into the kind of moral vacuum only money can buy.

Sunday 22nd March

Roman Holiday (1953) Sky Arts, 8:00 PM

There are films that feel like postcards from another world, and Roman Holiday is one of them—sunlit, effervescent, and carried by Audrey Hepburn’s luminous presence. As Princess Ann slipping the leash of royal duty for a single stolen day, Hepburn moves through Rome with a mixture of wonder and quiet yearning, discovering the city—and herself—with every sidestreet detour.

Gregory Peck’s newspaperman plays the perfect foil: steady, wry, and increasingly undone by the simple pleasure of watching someone taste freedom for the first time. Their chemistry is gentle rather than grand, built on shared glances and the kind of conversations that only happen when time feels briefly suspended.

Rome itself becomes a co‑conspirator—alive, spontaneous, full of possibility. The Vespa ride, the Mouth of Truth, the dance by the river: each moment feels both carefree and tinged with the knowledge that such days can’t last.

That’s the film’s quiet magic. Beneath the charm and sparkle lies a bittersweet truth about responsibility, desire, and the cost of returning to the life that awaits you. Roman Holiday is light, yes, but never trivial. It’s a reminder of how fleeting joy can be—and how deeply it can lodge in the memory.

🌟 Training Day (2001) BBC Two, 10:00 PM

Antoine Fuqua’s Training Day traps you in the heat and grime of Los Angeles over the course of a single, punishing day—a crucible in which ideals are tested, bent, and finally broken. At its centre is Denzel Washington’s Oscar‑winning Alonzo Harris, a detective who moves through the city with the swagger of a man who believes he owns it. Charismatic, terrifying, and utterly unpredictable, he turns every conversation into a power play, every smile into a warning.

Ethan Hawke’s rookie cop, Jake Hoyt, becomes our uneasy proxy—earnest, principled, and slowly realising he’s been invited into a world where the rules are rewritten to suit the man with the loudest voice and the deepest pockets. The film’s tension comes from that dawning awareness: the sense that corruption isn’t a sudden fall but a series of small compromises, each one easier to justify than the last.

Fuqua shoots the city with a kind of bruised beauty—sun‑blasted streets, cramped apartments, neighbourhoods humming with life and danger. It’s a portrait of power operating in plain sight, and of a system that rewards those willing to blur the line between protector and predator.

Victoria and Abdul (2017) BBC Two, 11:55 PM

Stephen Frears approaches this unlikely royal friendship with a light touch, but there’s a quiet charge beneath the decorum. Judi Dench, returning to Queen Victoria with the authority of someone who understands both the crown and the woman beneath it, gives a performance steeped in weariness, wit, and a longing for connection. Her Victoria is formidable, yes, but also lonely—boxed in by ritual, surrounded by courtiers who speak to her position rather than her person.

Into this world steps Abdul Karim, played with warmth and openness by Ali Fazal, whose presence unsettles the palace not through scandal but through sincerity. Their bond—part mentorship, part companionship—becomes a small act of rebellion against the machinery of empire, exposing the anxieties of those who fear any shift in the established order.

Frears keeps the tone gentle, even playful, but he never ignores the politics humming underneath: the racial prejudice, the class rigidity, the discomfort of a court that cannot fathom affection crossing its invisible boundaries. What emerges is a film about the human need to be seen, even at the end of a life lived in public.

Anchored by Dench’s quiet gravitas, Victoria & Abdul becomes more than a royal anecdote. It’s a tender study of connection in a world built to prevent it.

Poems in Their Place: W.B. Yeats BBC Four, 7:50 PM

Seamus Heaney guides us through Yeats’s world with the ease of one poet recognising another across time—a conversation conducted through fields, shorelines, and the shifting Irish light. Rather than dissecting the poems, he lets them breathe in the landscapes that shaped them: the loughs and lanes of Sligo, the windswept edges of the west, the houses where history pressed close against the imagination.

Heaney’s reflections are intimate without ever becoming possessive. He speaks of Yeats as someone both towering and touchable, a poet whose work is inseparable from the soil underfoot and the political weather of his age. The programme moves gently, allowing the cadences of the verse to settle into the scenery, as if the land itself were reciting alongside him.

What emerges is less a lecture than a pilgrimage—an exploration of how poetry lodges in place, and how place, in turn, becomes a kind of memory. For anyone drawn to Yeats, or to the idea that landscape can hold a story long after the storyteller is gone, it’s quietly transporting.

The Life and Loves of Oscar Wilde BBC Four, 8:00 PM

This concise portrait of Oscar Wilde moves with the clarity of someone determined to see the man whole—brilliance, bravado, vulnerability and all. It traces his rise with affectionate precision: the wit that dazzled London society, the theatrical flair that made him both irresistible and faintly dangerous, the cultivated persona that shimmered somewhere between performance and truth.

But the programme never lets the sparkle obscure the cost. Wilde’s contradictions—public confidence and private longing, moral sharpness and reckless desire—are handled with a steady, humane touch. His downfall is neither sensationalised nor softened; instead, it’s presented as the inevitable collision between a man determined to live expansively and a society determined to punish him for it.

What emerges is a portrait of a life lived in full colour, shadowed by the cruelty of its ending but never reduced to it. Clear‑eyed, engaging, and quietly moving, it honours Wilde not just as a literary icon but as a human being caught between genius and the world that couldn’t bear it.

The Picture of Dorian Gray (Read by Luke Thompson) BBC Four, 9:00 PM

Stripped of its visual decadence and returned to the purity of voice, Wilde’s dark moral fable feels sharper, colder, and more intimate than ever. Luke Thompson reads with a clarity that lets the prose do the work—those glittering aphorisms, the velvet‑soft seductions, the slow tightening of the moral noose. Without the distraction of costume or setting, you hear the novel’s true architecture: wit curdling into cruelty, beauty shading into corruption, the steady erosion of a soul convinced it can outrun consequence.

Thompson’s delivery captures the novel’s duality—its surface charm and its creeping dread—allowing Wilde’s language to shimmer and then darken, sentence by sentence. What emerges is a reminder of how modern the book still feels: a study of vanity, influence, and the seductive lie that one can live without cost.

In this pared‑back form, Dorian Gray becomes even more unsettling. The portrait may be unseen, but you feel its presence in every pause, every shift in tone. A classic made newly dangerous by the simple act of being spoken aloud.

Peer Gynt (1978 adaptation) BBC Four, 10:00 PM

This 1978 adaptation tackles Ibsen’s sprawling, shape‑shifting epic with a theatrical boldness that refuses to tame it. Peer Gynt has always been a journey through the self as much as through the world—a restless wanderer slipping between reality and fantasy, truth and self‑mythology—and the production leans into that instability. Sets shift, tones collide, and the boundaries between the literal and the symbolic blur in ways that feel deliberately disorienting.

The result is uneven, yes, but in a way that suits the material. Peer’s odyssey is a patchwork of bravado, delusion, longing, and evasion, and the adaptation captures that sense of a man constantly reinventing himself to avoid the one thing he fears most: being known. When the production lands—particularly in its quieter, more introspective passages—it finds a surprising emotional clarity beneath the spectacle.

What rewards the patient viewer is the cumulative effect: a portrait of identity as something provisional, performed, and often hollow. The ambition is unmistakable, the theatricality unapologetic, and for those willing to meet it halfway, the journey becomes strangely compelling—a reminder that some stories are meant to be wrestled with rather than neatly resolved.

Monday 23rd March

The Northman (2022) Film4, 9:00 PM

Robert Eggers’ The Northman unfolds like a saga carved into stone—brutal, ritualistic, and steeped in the kind of mythic inevitability that feels closer to legend than recorded history. Alexander Skarsgård’s Amleth moves through this world with the single‑minded force of a man shaped by prophecy and vengeance, his body as much a weapon as the blades he wields.

Eggers builds the film with an almost archaeological precision: longhouses lit by fire and smoke, landscapes that feel ancient and indifferent, rituals that blur the line between the spiritual and the hallucinatory. The result is immersive in the truest sense—you don’t watch the world, you’re dropped into it, surrounded by its mud, blood, and incantations.

The violence is unflinching but never gratuitous; it’s part of the film’s cosmology, a reflection of a society where honour and brutality are inseparable. Nicole Kidman and Anya Taylor‑Joy bring sharp, unsettling energy to the story, complicating the revenge narrative with their own forms of power and survival.

Demanding but deeply rewarding, The Northman is a vision of myth rendered with startling clarity—visually striking, emotionally primal, and driven by the sense that fate is a tide no one can outrun.

Ammonite (2020) BBC Two, 12:00 AM

Francis Lee’s Ammonite is a study in silence—an intimate drama carved from wind, stone, and the unspoken ache of two women who find each other in the margins of their lives. Kate Winslet’s Mary Anning is all flinty resolve and inwardness, a woman shaped by the harsh Dorset coast and the harder realities of being a working‑class scientist in a world that refuses to see her. Saoirse Ronan’s Charlotte arrives fragile, grieving, and adrift, her presence unsettling Mary’s carefully contained solitude.

Lee’s direction is stark and unhurried, letting glances, gestures, and the rhythm of labour carry the emotional weight. The landscape mirrors the characters—bleak, beautiful, and quietly alive with possibility. What emerges between Mary and Charlotte is less a sweeping romance than a slow, tentative thaw: two people learning to trust touch, attention, and the idea that desire might be something they’re allowed to claim.

The film’s power lies in its precision. Every silence feels deliberate, every moment of connection earned. Winslet and Ronan give performances built from small, exact choices, revealing entire emotional histories in the way they hold themselves—or allow themselves to soften.

Restrained, intimate, and emotionally exacting, Ammonite lingers like a tide pulling back, leaving behind traces of something raw and deeply felt.

Just One Thing (Episode 1) BBC One, 2:00 PM

Returning in the shadow of Dr Michael Mosley’s loss, Just One Thing continues with the clarity and practicality that made the series so widely trusted. The tone is gentle but assured, honouring Mosley’s legacy without leaning into sentimentality. The focus remains where he always placed it: small, evidence‑based habits that can make everyday life feel a little healthier, a little more manageable.

This opening episode reaffirms the show’s strengths—accessible science, clear explanations, and a sense of wellbeing rooted in curiosity rather than pressure. It’s a reminder that good advice doesn’t need to be grand or transformative; sometimes one small, sustainable change is enough.

Quiet, useful, and grounded in the spirit of Mosley’s work, it’s a thoughtful continuation rather than a reinvention.

Last Week Tonight with John Oliver Sky One, 10:40 PM

John Oliver returns with his trademark blend of forensic research and exasperated humour, slicing through the week’s headlines with a precision that feels both cathartic and slightly alarming. The show’s great trick has always been its ability to turn sprawling, often bleak subjects into something digestible without sanding off their seriousness, and this episode keeps that balance intact.

But there’s an added tension now: the world has grown so absurd, so relentlessly self‑parodic, that satire risks being overtaken by the news itself. Oliver leans into that challenge, using it as fuel rather than a limitation—pushing deeper, asking sharper questions, and finding comedy in the gap between what should happen and what actually does.

Smart, pointed, and occasionally furious, it’s a reminder that satire works best not when it mocks the world, but when it tries—however hopelessly—to make sense of it.

Tuesday 24th March

Of Human Bondage (1934) Talking Pictures, 8:10 AM

John Cromwell’s adaptation of Maugham’s novel still lands with a surprising sting—a drama stripped of glamour, driven instead by the messy, humiliating tangle of desire and self‑destruction. Leslie Howard gives a quietly wounded performance as Philip Carey, the medical student whose longing curdles into obsession, but it’s Bette Davis who seizes the film and refuses to let go.

Her Mildred is ferocious, abrasive, and utterly alive—a woman who weaponises vulnerability as easily as contempt. Davis plays her without apology, giving one of the great early performances of her career: sharp‑edged, unpredictable, and psychologically exact. It’s the kind of turn that feels modern even now, refusing to soften a character who is both victim and tormentor.

The film itself is lean and emotionally direct, its rawness heightened by the stark black‑and‑white photography and the sense of lives lived on the edge of respectability. What endures is the honesty of it—the recognition that love can be degrading, that longing can hollow a person out, and that sometimes the hardest thing is admitting what we’ve allowed ourselves to become.

A psychologically astute drama, anchored by Davis at her most fearless.

Power: The Downfall of Huw Edwards Channel 5, 9:00 PM


This dramatisation tackles a story still raw in the public consciousness, approaching it with a seriousness that acknowledges both the human cost and the institutional implications. Rather than indulging in lurid detail, the programme frames the events as part of a wider pattern—how power operates within trusted institutions, how oversight falters, and how reputations can shape or shield behaviour until the moment they no longer can.

It’s difficult viewing by design. The drama raises uncomfortable questions about accountability, newsroom culture, and the structures that allow problems to go unchallenged until they erupt into crisis. There’s no easy catharsis here, just a steady, disquieting examination of how systems fail—and what happens when the public’s faith in those systems fractures.

A sober, troubling piece of television, more interested in the mechanisms of power than in sensationalising the individuals caught within them.

Wednesday 25th March

Carlito’s Way (1993) Film4, 9:00 PM

Brian De Palma’s Carlito’s Way is a gangster film with its eyes fixed not on the rise, but on the impossibility of escape. Al Pacino gives one of his most quietly affecting performances as Carlito Brigante, a man freshly out of prison and genuinely trying to carve out a life beyond the violence that once defined him. What makes the film so compelling is the tension between that desire and the gravitational pull of his past—every choice he makes shadowed by the knowledge that the world he’s trying to leave behind isn’t finished with him.

Pacino plays Carlito with a weary grace, a man who can see the trap closing even as he tries to outrun it. Opposite him, Sean Penn’s turn as the coked‑up lawyer Dave Kleinfeld is a masterclass in self‑destruction, a reminder that danger doesn’t always come from the expected direction.

De Palma’s direction is stylish without being showy, saving his bravura flourishes for the moments when fate tightens its grip—the nightclub sequences, the subway chase, the final dash through Grand Central. Beneath the suspense lies a deep melancholy: a sense that redemption is always just out of reach for men like Carlito, no matter how sincerely they chase it.

A gangster film about regret rather than ambition, anchored by Pacino at his most soulful.

The Duchess (2008) BBC Two, 11:30 PM

Saul Dibb’s The Duchess presents Georgian aristocracy with all the expected polish—silks, salons, and stately homes—but it’s the quiet critique running beneath the surface that gives the film its bite. Keira Knightley plays Georgiana, Duchess of Devonshire, with a luminous intelligence that makes her confinement all the more painful to watch: a woman celebrated in public yet controlled, diminished, and traded in private.

Ralph Fiennes is chillingly restrained as the Duke, embodying a system in which power is exercised through silence, entitlement, and the casual assumption that a woman’s life is not her own. The film never needs to shout its politics; the constraints are written into every room Georgiana enters, every choice she’s denied, every compromise she’s forced to make.

What emerges is a portrait of a life lived under exquisite pressure—elegant on the surface, quietly devastating beneath. Dibb’s direction keeps the tone measured, allowing the emotional truth to seep through the cracks in the grandeur.

A beautifully mounted period drama that understands the cost of being admired but not free.

Thursday 26th March

🌟 Boiling Point (2021) Film4, 11:45 PM

Philip Barantini’s Boiling Point unfolds in a single, unbroken take, but the real trick is how quickly it pulls you into the rhythm of a kitchen on the brink—orders piling up, tempers fraying, and the quiet, corrosive pressures that hospitality workers carry long after the plates are cleared. Stephen Graham is extraordinary as Andy, a head chef barely holding himself together, his charm and authority flickering under the weight of exhaustion, debt, and unspoken grief.

The camera moves through the restaurant like another member of staff—darting, weaving, catching fragments of conversations that reveal whole lives in seconds. What emerges is a portrait of an industry built on adrenaline and compromise, where the smallest misstep can send everything spiralling. The tension is relentless, but never gratuitous; it’s rooted in the emotional truth of people trying to do their best in a system that gives them no room to breathe.

Stressful, exhilarating, and painfully recognisable, Boiling Point captures the chaos with documentary immediacy and the heartbreak with quiet precision. It’s a film that leaves you wrung out, but deeply impressed by the humanity burning beneath the heat.

Licorice Pizza (2021) BBC Two, 12:00 AM

Paul Thomas Anderson’s Licorice Pizza moves with the shambling confidence of memory—episodic, sun‑drenched, and stitched together from the kind of half‑formed adventures that feel trivial at the time and formative in hindsight. Alana Haim and Cooper Hoffman anchor the film with performances that feel wonderfully lived‑in: awkward, impulsive, and full of that restless energy that comes from wanting life to start faster than it actually does.

Anderson isn’t chasing plot so much as texture. The film drifts through 1970s San Fernando Valley with a kind of affectionate curiosity—political campaigns, waterbeds, wayward actors, and small hustles all folding into a portrait of youth that’s more about possibility than direction. The looseness is the point; ambition here is messy, instinctive, and often misguided, but always sincere.

What makes the film so charming is its emotional precision beneath the shaggy surface. Anderson captures the strange, elastic space between adolescence and adulthood, where confidence and uncertainty coexist and every encounter feels like it might tilt a life one way or another.

Shaggy, charming, and full of lived‑in detail, Licorice Pizza is less a coming‑of‑age story than a beautifully meandering reminder of how it feels to be young and hungry for something you can’t yet name.

Classic Movies: The Story of Ran Sky Arts, 8:00 PM

This thoughtful documentary digs into the making of Ran, Akira Kurosawa’s late‑career epic—a film so vast in scope and so steeped in Shakespearean tragedy that it feels carved into the landscape itself. The programme traces how Kurosawa fused King Lear with Japanese history and his own lifelong preoccupations: ageing, betrayal, the fragility of power, and the chaos unleashed when authority collapses.

What emerges is a portrait of a filmmaker working at the height of his visual imagination. The documentary lingers on the film’s extraordinary craft—those sweeping battle tableaux, the meticulous colour design, the way silence and stillness can be as devastating as violence. It also acknowledges the emotional depth beneath the spectacle: a story about a man undone not by fate, but by the consequences of his own cruelty.

Clear, engaging, and rich in insight, it’s a compelling look at how Ran became both a monumental achievement and a deeply personal reckoning for Kurosawa

Matter of Mind: My Alzheimer’s PBS America, 9:10 PM

This documentary approaches Alzheimer’s not as a medical puzzle to be solved but as a lived reality—messy, tender, frightening, and threaded with moments of startling clarity. Rather than leaning on experts or statistics, it centres the people navigating the condition day by day: individuals trying to hold onto their sense of self, and families learning to adapt with patience, grief, and unexpected resilience.

The film’s strength lies in its refusal to generalise. Each story is specific, shaped by personality, circumstance, and the small rituals that help maintain dignity. There’s no sentimentality, but neither is there despair; instead, the documentary finds its emotional weight in the honesty of its subjects and the quiet courage required to keep moving through uncertainty.

A deeply human look at dementia, grounded in experience rather than abstraction, and a reminder that understanding begins with listening.

Friday 27th March

Femme (2023) BBC Two, 11:00 PM

Femme is a thriller built on shifting identities and dangerous intimacy, a film that refuses to let you settle into easy judgments. Nathan Stewart‑Jarrett plays Jules with a brittle, wounded intensity—a drag performer whose life is shattered by a violent attack. When he later encounters George MacKay’s Preston, the man he believes responsible, the film slips into a tense psychological dance where revenge, desire, and self‑presentation blur in increasingly unsettling ways.

What makes the film so compelling is its moral complexity. Jules’ pursuit of Preston is driven by trauma, but the closer he gets, the more the boundaries between hunter and hunted begin to dissolve. The directors, Sam H. Freeman and Ng Choon Ping, keep the tone tight and claustrophobic, using London’s night-time spaces—clubs, flats, back rooms—as stages for shifting power and unstable truths.

It’s uncomfortable by design, a story about the masks people wear and the danger of believing you can control the narrative once you step into someone else’s world. Stylish, tense, and emotionally jagged.

Benedetta (2021) Channel 4, 1:00 AM

Paul Verhoeven’s Benedetta is provocative in the way only he can manage—irreverent, mischievous, and entirely uninterested in playing by the rules of the historical drama. Set in a 17th‑century convent, the film treats religion, desire, and power with a mixture of seriousness and sly humour, refusing to separate the spiritual from the bodily. Virginie Efira is magnetic as Benedetta, a nun whose visions, charisma, and appetites unsettle the fragile hierarchies around her.

Verhoeven leans into the contradictions: faith as performance, ecstasy as rebellion, and institutional piety as a mask for political manoeuvring. The result is a film that’s both playful and pointed, exposing the hypocrisies of religious authority while allowing its characters a messy, complicated humanity.

It’s not subtle, but that’s the pleasure. Benedetta pushes at boundaries with a wink and a scalpel, inviting you to question where devotion ends and desire begins.

Provocative, irreverent, and unmistakably Verhoeven.

Billy Idol: Should Be Dead Sky Arts, 9:00 PM

This documentary charts Billy Idol’s journey with a mix of amusement and awe, tracing the arc of a man who lived through the kind of excess that usually ends careers—or lives. What emerges isn’t just a rock‑and‑roll cautionary tale but a portrait of sheer, stubborn survival. Idol’s swagger, his peroxide sneer, and his knack for reinvention all come into focus as the film digs into the chaos of the early years and the hard‑won clarity that followed.

There’s plenty of entertainment in the anecdotes—wild tours, bad decisions, and the kind of near‑misses that would flatten most people—but the documentary also finds space for reflection. Idol comes across as someone who understands the cost of his own mythology, even as he continues to enjoy the performance of it.

An engaging, surprisingly thoughtful look at a rock icon who, by all reasonable measures, shouldn’t still be here—but absolutely is.

I Was a Teenage Sex Pistol Sky Arts, 11:20 PM

This documentary captures punk at the exact moment it stopped being a rumble in the underground and became a cultural detonation. Told with the rough edges intact, it’s less a tidy history lesson than a chaotic snapshot of the Sex Pistols’ early orbit—full of swagger, mischief, and the kind of combustible personalities that made the movement feel both inevitable and unsustainable.

There’s a scrappy immediacy to the storytelling, reflecting a scene built on impulse rather than strategy. The film leans into the contradictions: the DIY ethos colliding with sudden notoriety, the thrill of tearing down the old order, and the messy, often self‑inflicted fallout that followed.

Loud, unruly, and strangely poignant in hindsight, it’s a reminder of how a handful of teenagers managed to jolt British culture awake—whether it was ready or not.

The M Factor: Shredding the Silence on Menopause PBS America, 8:55 PM

This documentary tackles menopause with the clarity and compassion it has long been denied, treating it not as a private ordeal but as a major health and social issue that deserves open conversation. By centring women’s lived experiences—physical, emotional, and professional—it exposes how silence and stigma have shaped everything from medical care to workplace expectations.

The programme balances personal testimony with clear, accessible science, making space for the complexity of a transition that is too often dismissed or minimised. What emerges is a portrait of resilience and frustration, but also of possibility: a sense that honest discussion can lead to better support, better policy, and a better understanding of what half the population will go through.

An important, empathetic exploration of a subject that should never have been overlooked in the first place.

Secrets of the Sun (Parts 1 & 2) Channel 5, 9:00 PM & 10:00 PM

Dara Ó Briain brings clarity and enthusiasm to a fascinating exploration of our nearest star.

📺 Streaming Choice

The Predator of Seville (Netflix) All episodes available from Friday 27 March

A disturbing but necessary true-crime series that foregrounds victims’ voices over sensationalism. Thoughtful, measured, and quietly powerful.

Mike and Nick and Nick and Alice (Disney+) From Friday 27 March

An offbeat crime caper driven by odd-couple chemistry and escalating absurdity. Uneven, but often sharply funny.

Daredevil: Born Again – Season 2 (Disney+) Season 2 available from Wednesday 25 March

The second season of Daredevil: Born Again pushes further into the shadows, doubling down on the qualities that have always set Matt Murdock apart from the broader Marvel sprawl. This is a world of bruised knuckles, compromised ideals, and the uneasy knowledge that justice—real justice—rarely comes cleanly.

Charlie Cox remains the show’s anchor, playing Murdock with a weary conviction that makes every choice feel weighted with consequence. The series leans into that moral ambiguity, exploring what happens when a man who believes in the law keeps finding himself drawn back to the violence he’s sworn to rise above.

The action is tight and grounded, but it’s the introspection that gives the season its charge: questions of identity, faith, and the cost of trying to save a city that keeps slipping through your fingers.

A darker, more reflective corner of Marvel—still muscular, still gripping, but driven by character rather than spectacle.

The Pitt – Season 1 & Season 2 (eps 1–4) (HBO Max) Available from Thursday 26 March

Ambitious, character-driven drama that thrives on tension and shifting loyalties. Demanding but rewarding.

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EPiC: Elvis Presley in Concert

Introduction

I was fifteen when Elvis Aaron Presley died aged forty-two on August 16th 1977. Ironically, given the nature of his decline and early demise, I was coming down from my first taste of illegal drugs, a ‘Black Bomber’ Speed pill, when I returned home to my parents’ Grimsby council house in time to hear legendary ITV News reader Reggie Bosonquet drunkenly slur  the words ‘Elvis Presley is dead.’

A promotional poster for Baz Luhrmann's concert film featuring Elvis Presley, showcasing a close-up of a young Elvis with dramatic lighting and bold text announcing the film's title and release dates.

This has little to do with the review to follow, but hopefully it’s a dramatic enough opening to keep you reading.

I’d enjoyed Luhman’s 2022 Elvis biopic at the cinema, and gave it a positive review (Baz Luhmnan’s Elvis reviewed | Counter Culture), though the faults and the clearly fictionalised elements, especially the re-imagining of the the build up to the 1968 TV Special as an almost literal farce, became more annoying on my second and third viewings on disc in the privacy of my own home.

A Baz Luhman film is always very much a ‘Baz Luhman film’ in the same way that a Tim Burton film is always a ‘Tim Burton film’. You either like it or you don’t. On balance, and I went on to watch Luhman’s Australia and his remake of West Side Story after I’d seen his Elvis, I do.

Here, there are no fictional aspects. What we get is pure Elvis all the way, the man himself in rehearsal and in concert, mostly circa 1970-71 when he was at his peak as a performer, interspersed with narration by Elvis himself.

Baz’s trademark fast-cutting style is, however, very much in evidence and, with a few reservations, it works well.

The genesis of the movie was when Luhman was gathering material for his biopic and was given access to the archives at Graceland. Here, he discovered hundreds of hours of previously unseen footage. Most of it had been shot for the two concert film documentaries released during Presley’s lifetime, Elvis That’s The Way It Is from 1970 and Elvis on Tour two years later.

We do get a brief montage of the Elvis story up to this point: 1950s Elvis filmed from the waist up only on the Ed Sullivan show lest his suggestive gyrations further corrupt the youth of America, and in performance in his iconic gold lamé suit.

We also get the usual perfunctory run-through of the, mostly rightly maligned, ‘movie years’ of 1961 – 1968 (though not all of them were that bad). But aside from that, it’s early-seventies Elvis all the way, when he was clearly delighted to be back in front of a live audience, in Vegas and then on the road, before the much-told story of his decline and fall properly began.

Some of the footage unearthed by Luhman was silent, and all was in urgent need of restoration.

This was were Peter Jackson’s Weta FX company came in, the team responsible for the excellent They Shall Not Grow Old First World War centenary documentary in 2018, and for beautifying the visuals and separating, improving and synchronising the audio for the Beatles January 1969 sessions for what became the monumental near eight-hour Get Back documentary released in November 2021, and extensively reviewed by me here (A Month in the Life: Peter Jackson’s The Beatles Get Back reviewed | Counter Culture).

So, with the dream combination of peak-Elvis, Baz Luhman and team-Jackson, it seemed that not much could go wrong with EPiC.

And, spoiler alert, very little did.

Negatives

There really aren’t many of them.

With so much footage and audio available, maybe we could have got more than the hour-and-thirty-seven minutes, including credits, that we did. For his biopic, Luhman talked about his hope to put out an extended four-hour cut of the movie. I assume he decided to go for EPiC instead, and with all that rehearsal and concert material at his disposal, there seems no reason we shouldn’t get an extended version on a future Blu-ray release. Maybe not on the scale of Get Back, but I’d certainly be happy with another hour or two.

As is true of Get Back, a valid criticism is the lack of complete songs. Some nearly make it, from memory, Suspicious Minds, Polk Salad Annie, Burning Love. Nearly, but not quite, and it would have been nice to hear a few from start to finish.

Some purists of the John Lennon ‘Elvis died when he went in the army’ school of thought, will argue for the inclusion of more material from the 1950s, that that period represented the ‘real’ Elvis. But I doubt there’s much we haven’t already seen, and it should be remembered that in that relatively brief period of Elvis mania, Elvis was performing short, 25-30 minute sets before audiences of primarily screaming girls. The same is true of the Beatles during their Beatlemania touring years, 1963-66. Arguably, the only time the Beatles got to demonstrate what a tight and brilliant rock band they could have become was on the Apple rooftop on January 30th 1969, and all we got was five songs (some repeated). With Elvis, we are fortunate to have such a wealth of evidence thathereally had matured into a fabulous and assured live performer with the ability to spellbind an audience in full sixty to ninety-minute concerts.

I did find the exclusion of anything from the 1968 TV Special (Elvis hated it being referred to as the ‘Comeback’ special) strange. True, we’ve probably seen all there is to see. I have a four DVD box set that more than covers it, and it was a television show rather than a genuine concert, with stops and starts for retakes etc, in front of an invited rather than a paying audience.

But[GC1]  it would have been nice to have seen one of the many run-throughs of Baby What Do You Want Me To? Or maybe the breathtaking If I Can Dream conclusion. This was, after all, his first live performance in front of any kind of audience in seven years, and its omission left a gap in the story which, as I’ve mentioned, was not covered as well as it could have been in the biopic.

That we see nothing of his very first Vegas season in the summer of 1969 is no fault of Luhman, nor of Elvis. Though we have the fabulous audio for these shows to buy or stream, it never seems to have occurred to Elvis’s manager, Colonel Tom Parker (‘neither a Colonel nor a Tom nor a Parker’ as one wag put it), to have filmed at least some of these historic performances.

Arguably, the time period covered by the film could have concluded with the January 1973 Aloha From Hawaii concert, the biggest television audience Elvis ever played to, though Parker’s one-billion figure was almost certainly an exaggeration. Personally, I think EPiC stops at the right time. I’ve always found, despite the vast audience, Elvis’ performance at the Hawaii show to be somewhat lacklustre. I see it as ‘early decline’ rather than ‘peak’. 

My only other criticism is that while the audio for the film is fabulous, especially in the iMax screening I attended, the drums are mixed inappropriately loud for some of the songs, particularly for the ballads, most glaringly on Always On My Mind.

Apart from these minor issues, it’s positive all the way from me.

Positives

Firstly, of course, it’s Elvis Presley at the height of his powers as a live performer, showing himself to be a master of a variety of musical styles. To give a few examples, we have great contemporary pop/rock such as Suspicious Minds and Burning Love. Country songs like the Always On My Mind. Big ballads like The Wonder of You and American Trilogy. Rhythm and Blues is well represented in songs like Tiger Man and Polk Salad Annie, gospel music by How Great Thou Art, and even his rare foray into protest music with In The Ghetto.

We also get to see Elvis as one of the greatest of all interpreters of other people’s songs. From my first viewing of Elvis That’s The Way It Is, on television a couple of years before his death, there were certain songs like the Righteous Brothers You’ve Lost That Loving Feeling and Simon and Garfunkel’s Bridge Over Troubled Water where I knew the Elvis version before I knew the original, and I still prefer the Elvis versions to this day (Paul Simon praised Elvis’ version of ‘Bridge’ when he first saw him perform it at Madison Square Garden. But later, he changed his mind and got all precious about it. There are reasons that, great songwriter that he is, nobody seems to like Paul Simon.)

Anyway, both of these songs are present and correct here, and both are among the stand-out performances.

But not only does Elvis sound fabulous, he also looks fabulous. Personally, I believe sexuality to be a spectrum rather than a fixed identity. I regard myself as approximately 98.7% heterosexual. But, save perhaps for a young Elizabeth Taylor, has any human being ever looked more beautiful than Elvis did between, approximately, 1968 and 1971?

Man, that guy was hot.

The action cuts seamlessly between rehearsal footage and live concert footage, and within the same song. I have no idea of the technical aspects of how this was accomplished, or even whether the audio we are hearing comes from the concert, the rehearsal or a combination of both. But it works brilliantly. You really can’t hear the join.

Although I love the ‘in concert’ aspects, I enjoyed the rehearsal footage even more. Some criticise Elvis for the huge array of backing he assembled on stage, the gospel quartet, the Sweet Inspirations girl backing vocalists, the brass, the strings (a full orchestra in Vegas, a more scaled down ensemble on tour). Among those critics was George Harrison in the original 1995 Beatles Anthology (dropped from the 2025 updated version) who complained about ‘All those chick singers.’

I really have no problem with any of this, and have come to see 1970s live Elvis as almost a distinct musical genre in its own right though, to be fair, he did take some inspiration from the way his friend Tom Jones was wowing Vegas with a similar big band approach in the late ‘60s (less successfully, after Elvis’ death, Bob Dylan went for something similar on tour, as can be heard on his Live at the Budokan album.)

But what is often forgotten is that at the heart of Elvis monumental wall of sound was one of the tightest little rock ‘n’ roll bands you’re ever likely to hear. James Burton on lead guitar, Ronnie Tutt on drums, Jerry Scheff on bass, and Glenn D. Hardin on piano.

They were the nucleus, and in EPiC we get to see a casually dressed Elvis (well, as casual as he got) hanging out with them, rehearsing in the studio, having fun as essentially the lead singer in a great band rather than a distant and unapproachable icon in a diamond-speckled, God-like white jumpsuit.

Except that he was so much more than the lead singer. What we see here is that at this stage, though sadly this would soon change, Elvis was involved in every aspect of putting together his show, in song choices, as an arranger, and as a choreographer. Watch the band, both in the studio and on the stage. They barely take their eyes off their leader, because he is literally directing them in the moment.

The absolute highlight in a movie of highlights for me was the Little Sister/Get Back medley. Previously, a brief clip of this had been shown in the vastly superior second version of That’s The Way It Is. But here we get to see it, almost, in full, cutting rapidly between rehearsal and the stage.

This was the highlight for me because, outside of the ’68 Special, where he played Scotty Moore’s big electro-acoustic throughout the ‘sit down’ sections, we have precious little visual evidence that Elvis was a decent guitarist.

But he was. On those fabulous early Sun records, that’s Elvis acoustic you hear up front. He even played bass a couple of years later on Baby I Don’t Care.

Too many have seen only clips of him from the ‘50s or from the movies, with an unplayed guitar draped around his neck as a prop and assume, erroneously, that he couldn’t really play. He showed in ’68 that he could, and in EPiC  for the very first time, I got to see film of which I had previously seen only a photograph, of Elvis sitting on stage on a stool, in his jumpsuit, fully plugged in as the electric rhythm guitarist as well as the singer/band leader of his amazing band.

A wonderful moment, and something I really do hope to see more of in an extended cut.

As an aside, it should also be noted that Elvis was also an accomplished pianist. I presume he never played piano on stage in the period covered by the film. The only concert footage I’ve ever seen of him at the keys comes from the very last tour of his career, ailing but heroic and near-operatic as he performs Unchained Melody from the piano.

Conclusion

What more is there to say? EPiC is simply EPIC. It has finished its iMax run now, but it’s well worth seeing at an ‘ordinary’ screening, or even on your TV, when the opportunity arises. It’s a great piece of work by Luhman, and one that may even have those who are a bit ‘meh’ about, or even unaware of Elvis, reaching for the superlatives.

Anthony C Green, March 2026


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Wild London on Netflix: Rethinking Nature in the Heart of the City

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An intrepid fox in London

David Attenborough traces the hidden life of a city too often dismissed as tamed, Wild London invites us to look again at the creatures living alongside us and the assumptions that shape what we call “nature.” In following foxes, hedgehogs and flashes of parakeet green across the capital, it becomes a study not just of wildlife, but of how perception defines the world we think we see.

Wild London is, at heart, a documentary about perception—about what we see, what we overlook, and what we choose to believe is “nature.” It’s a film that gently but insistently asks us to reconsider the boundaries of the wild, and in doing so, it becomes as much about human understanding of reality as it is about foxes, hedgehogs, or the improbable green flash of parakeets over a grey city.

The city as a living organism

London is presented not as a backdrop but as a habitat—one shaped by centuries of human intention, yet constantly reinterpreted by the animals that move through it. The foxes, with their uncanny ease in alleyways and gardens, read the city with a fluency that borders on the unsettling. They navigate our infrastructure with a kind of pragmatic intelligence, revealing how porous the line is between “our” world and theirs. Their migration from countryside to city becomes a quiet indictment of the landscapes we’ve degraded, but also a testament to their adaptability. They remind us that reality is not fixed; it is negotiated, daily, by every creature trying to survive within it.

Human intervention and the limits of our awareness

The hedgehog sequences hint at something deeper: the human desire to intervene, to repair, to atone. Volunteers carve corridors through fences, leave food out, and try to reverse the consequences of decades of ecological neglect. Yet the programme only brushes against the motivations behind these acts. What compels someone to dedicate their evenings to a creature they may never see? What stories do they tell themselves about responsibility, about stewardship, about the kind of country they want to live in? These are questions that sit at the edge of the documentary, unspoken but present, revealing how our understanding of reality is shaped not just by what we observe but by what we feel morally compelled to protect.

The parakeets and the stories we invent

The parakeets are one of the documentary’s most intriguing thread—not just because of their improbable presence, but because of the myths that surround them. Their origin story is a patchwork of rumour, folklore, and half-truths: escaped pets, film-set accidents, a rock star’s impulsive release. The programme acknowledges the mystery but doesn’t fully explore what it reveals about us. Faced with a species that defies our expectations, we fill the gaps with narrative. We invent explanations that feel satisfying, even when they’re unverifiable. In this way, the parakeets become a mirror: a reminder that our understanding of the natural world is always filtered through story, assumption, and the need to make sense of the unfamiliar.

A distinctly British lens

There’s a quiet national pride in the programme’s focus on homegrown wildlife. So much nature filmmaking chases the exotic—the lions, the tigers, the sweeping landscapes of elsewhere. Wild London resists that impulse. It insists that the fox under the streetlamp, the hedgehog rustling through a suburban garden, the parakeet perched improbably on a London plane tree, are worthy of the same attention. It reframes British wildlife not as an afterthought but as a subject with its own drama, its own beauty, its own political and ecological stakes. For viewers who care about the state of this country—its landscapes, its identity, its future—there’s something grounding, even affirming, in that.

Reality as a shared construction

What stayed in my mind after the credits is the sense that reality in a city like London is a shared construction. Humans build the structures, but animals reinterpret them. We draw boundaries, but they cross them. We tell stories about the wild being elsewhere, but the wild quietly insists on being here. The documentary hints at this philosophical undercurrent without naming it: that our understanding of the world is partial, contingent, and often shaped by what we choose not to see. The animals, simply by existing alongside us, challenge that selective vision.

A one-off that gestures toward a larger truth

As a single programme, Wild London is compelling, but it feels like the opening chapter of a much larger story. A series could have traced the human–animal relationship more deeply, explored the ecological histories that brought each species into the city, and examined how our own narratives shape what we perceive as “natural.” But even in its brevity, the documentary succeeds in unsettling the viewer just enough to look again—to notice the movement in the margins, the life unfolding in parallel, the reality that exists beyond our immediate awareness.

It leaves you with a simple but profound question: if this is what’s happening on our doorstep, what else have we failed to see?

By Pat Harrington

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Review: Wildcats: Cait ann an Cunnart — A Two‑Part Portrait of Fragility, Resolve, and the People Who Refuse to Look Away

Wildcats: Cait ann an Cunnart (Wildcats: A Cat in Danger) is one of those rare wildlife documentaries that understands its subject is not just an animal but a reckoning. It asks what it means for a species to survive centuries of human cruelty and indifference — and what it demands of the people trying to repair that damage. Across its two episodes, the series offers a portrait not only of the Scottish wildcat on the brink, but of the staff whose integrity, patience, and quiet determination form the backbone of the entire conservation effort.

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These beautiful creatures must be saved

Part One: The Vanishing and the People Who Stayed

The first episode is steeped in absence. The Highland glens feel haunted, the camera traps capture more wind than wildlife, and the staff speak with the careful, almost brittle optimism of people who have learned not to promise too much. Yet what emerges is not despair but resolve.

The staff are, quite simply, inspiring. Not in the glossy, performative way that conservation TV sometimes leans on, but in the grounded, procedural sense that comes from people who have chosen to stay with a problem long after the world has moved on. Their passion is not theatrical; it’s operational. It shows in the way they read a landscape, in the forensic clarity with which they discuss hybridisation, in the refusal to romanticise a species that has been pushed to the margins by human neglect.

And then, amidst the bleakness, the documentary gives us the wildcats themselves — creatures of astonishing beauty and grace. Even in captivity, their presence is magnetic: the liquid movement, the fierce intelligence in the eyes, the way their bodies seem to hold the memory of a wilder Scotland. The CCTV footage of the kittens is especially moving. Watching them take their first steps into hunting behaviour — pouncing on their mother’s tail, practising the choreography of predation through play — is a reminder that wildness is not taught but inherited. It is instinct rehearsing itself.

In a world where cruelty is ambient — where animals are persecuted, habitats fragmented, and policy decisions made with a shrug — these moments of feline vitality feel like a quiet act of defiance.

Part Two: Preparing Survivors for a World That Has Not Been Kind

The second episode shifts from elegy to action, following the reintroduction programme with a level of procedural honesty that is refreshing. Here, the documentary becomes a study in ethical preparation — a curriculum for survival.

The enclosures themselves are designed with astonishing thoughtfulness. Each one teaches a different skill: hunting, hiding, navigating complexity, responding to stimuli that mimic the wild. Nothing is accidental. Every branch, every scent trail, every vantage point is part of a deliberate pedagogy. It is not captivity; it is rehearsal.

The vet checks are filmed with the same respect. No melodrama, no anthropomorphic framing — just the quiet choreography of professionals who understand that health is not a tick-box but a precondition for freedom. The staff handle the cats with clinical precision and emotional restraint, the kind that comes from knowing that attachment is inevitable but indulgence is dangerous.

And then there are the data collars — elegant little instruments that turn each released cat into a source of truth. They map movements, risks, preferences, and the subtle negotiations each animal makes with the landscape. The documentary treats the data not as a gadget but as a covenant: if we release them, we owe them vigilance.

One of the most affecting moments comes when a wildcat steps out of the final pre-release enclosure and pauses — not in fear, but in ownership. It stretches out along a branch, long and loose and utterly at ease, as if claiming the world it is about to enter. It is a gesture of confidence, of readiness, of something older than human intervention. A reminder that these animals are not being returned to the wild; they are simply being given back what was always theirs.

Resilience Where None Was Promised

One of the most powerful threads in the series is the honesty about expected mortality. The staff are clear-eyed: releasing captive-bred animals into a landscape shaped by centuries of human hostility is always a gamble. The expectation — based on global reintroduction data — was that many would not survive their first months.

And yet, the results have been better than feared. The cats have shown a resilience that borders on defiance. They are, in the truest sense, survivors — animals whose instincts have not been extinguished by captivity, whose capacity to adapt remains astonishing. Their movements, captured by the collars, reveal not confusion but competence. Not panic, but purpose.

The documentary resists the temptation to turn this into triumphalism. Instead, it treats survival as what it is: fragile, hard-won, and deeply moving.

A Testament to Integrity in a Damaged World

What lingers after the credits is not just the beauty of the cats or the bleakness of their situation, but the integrity of the people who have chosen to stand between a species and oblivion. Their work is a counter-narrative to the cruelty that put the wildcat in danger in the first place. It is meticulous, ethically grounded, and suffused with a kind of hope that is neither naïve nor performative.

Wildcats: Cait ann an Cunnart is ultimately a documentary about responsibility — the responsibility to repair, to protect, and to act even when success is uncertain. It is a portrait of a species on the brink, yes, but also of a team whose passion is not a sentiment but a discipline.

And in a world that often rewards indifference, that discipline feels quietly revolutionary.

Editorial note: The programme commentary is in Scottish Gaelic with English subtitles (though interviews are in English). Both episodes are available on BBC Iplayer.

Reviewed by Pat Harrington

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Review: David Baddiel: Cat Man (Channel 4)

David Baddiel: Cat Man, a three‑episode Channel 4 series, set out to explore Britain’s fascination with felines — from Downing Street mascots to internet icons and the oddities of kitten yoga. The premise had real potential, but the show never quite found a consistent tone or structure. Each episode wandered across loosely connected themes, leaving the series feeling more like a scrapbook of cat‑related curiosities than a focused documentary.

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Baddiel’s presenting style — dry, ironic, slightly detached — often clashed with the warmth and curiosity the subject matter seemed to call for. Even when he brought in celebrity cat owners like Jonathan Ross and Ricky Gervais, their contributions felt more like brief cameos than meaningful explorations of why people love cats.

What made this scattershot approach more frustrating was the quality of the material the programme did stumble upon. Several segments touched on genuinely fascinating ideas but never stayed with them long enough to say anything substantial. The most striking example was the discussion of the therapeutic effect of a cat’s purr — a subject with real scientific, emotional and cultural depth — which the series mentioned almost in passing before darting off to something lighter. Moments like that hinted at a richer, more coherent documentary that remained just out of reach.

Across its three instalments, Cat Man suggested the outline of a stronger series it never quite became. With a clearer thematic focus — or a presenter more naturally aligned with the tone — Channel 4 could have delivered something genuinely insightful about the nation’s relationship with cats. Instead, it remained a light, occasionally charming, but ultimately superficial wander through the world of feline fandom.


Reviewed by Pat Harrington. Image by Kollectiv Futur

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Matthew Perry and the Ketamine Queen Reviewed

The documentary sets itself the unenviable task of reconstructing Matthew Perry’s final months—a period marked by isolation, legal sensitivities, and the shadow of addiction. Few direct witnesses were willing or able to speak, and those closest to him were constrained by confidentiality or legal risk. Against this backdrop, the production team—the podcaster and her producer—deserve credit for coaxing testimony and weaving together fragments into a coherent narrative. Their skill lies not in sensationalism but in persistence: they manage to make silence itself part of the story.

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Matthew Perry: Hollywood star who drowned after taking Ketamine

The documentary features a series of revealing interviews with people who either knew Jasveen Sangha personally or investigated her crimes. Bill Bodner, former Special Agent in Charge at the DEA’s Los Angeles office, outlines the scale of Sangha’s ketamine‑trafficking network. Tony Marquez, a long‑time friend, reflects on the shock of discovering her double life. Jash Negandhi, who knew Sangha from their university days at UC Irvine, recalls someone who gave no hint of involvement in drug dealing. The film also includes commentary from Martin Estrada, former Chief Prosecutor for the Central District of California, who explains how Sangha continued selling ketamine even after learning it had caused a previous fatal overdose.

The film treats Perry’s addiction with a delicate balance. It acknowledges the structural forces—availability of substances, permissive medical networks—while not erasing his own agency. This duality is crucial: addiction is both a disease and a set of choices, and the documentary resists the temptation to simplify. The viewer is left with the uncomfortable truth that responsibility and vulnerability coexist.

One of the most striking threads is the contrast between the so‑called “Ketamine Queen” and the medical professionals around Perry. The Queen is depicted as a figure of notoriety, facing scrutiny and stigma, while the two doctors and the personal assistant appear shielded by professional and legal protections. The disparity raises questions about who society chooses to punish and who it quietly absolves or handles with a light touch. The documentary doesn’t resolve this tension—it leaves it hanging, which is perhaps its most honest gesture.

The absence of direct witnesses could have sunk the project, but instead it becomes part of the texture. The filmmakers lean into the difficulty, showing how isolation itself is evidence of Perry’s state. Their achievement lies in turning limitation into atmosphere: the gaps in testimony become a portrait of loneliness.

This is not a definitive account—it cannot be, given the constraints—but it is a brave attempt to illuminate a story that resists illumination. The podcaster and producer succeed in making the viewer feel both the fragility of Perry’s situation and the unevenness of the systems around him. It is a documentary that asks more questions than it answers, and in doing so, it respects the complexity of its subject.

Reviewed by Pat Harrington

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Documentary review: Nudes For Sale (2020)

This documentary presented by Ellie Flynn sketches an industry in fragments, and it is those fragments—the sharp contrasts between participants—that linger. One woman is shown living in luxury, her earnings underwriting a lifestyle of apparent ease. Others, by contrast, are portrayed supplementing benefits with modest takings, their work less a career than a precarious sideline. The juxtaposition is stark, and it raises questions about what kind of mental attitude, resilience, or business acumen is required to thrive—and whether thriving itself comes at a psychological cost.

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Ellie Flynn’s investigation in Nudes For Sale reveals the fragmented, often contradictory world behind online nude‑selling. Credit: BBC.

What the film does not fully confront is the interior landscape of those involved. Success is framed in financial terms, but the emotional toll—loneliness, shifts in self-esteem, the reshaping of self-perception—remains largely unexamined. This absence is telling. To understand the industry only through income brackets is to miss the deeper story: how participation alters identity, how it reshapes relationships, and how it leaves lasting marks on those who engage in it.

Equally revealing is the divergence in how earnings are treated. Some participants approach their work as a business, investing for the future, building a sense of security. Others spend in the moment, living day to day. This split is not merely financial; it reflects different philosophies of survival and self-worth. The documentary gestures at these choices but does not interrogate them, leaving viewers to wonder whether the industry offers genuine sustainability or only fleeting gains.

Stylistically, the film is compelling but incomplete. It succeeds in showing diversity of outcomes, yet it shies away from probing the psychological depth of its subjects. The result is a portrait that is vivid but partial: a mosaic of contrasting lives, without the connective tissue of emotional resonance.

For viewers, the takeaway is clear: this is not a monolithic industry but a spectrum of experiences, shaped by attitude, circumstance, and choice. Yet the documentary’s reluctance to delve into the inner costs leaves us with unanswered questions. What does it mean to succeed here? And at what price?

Reviewed by Pat Harrington

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