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The Devil Wears Prada 2: A Sequel Crying Out for the Old Miranda

Twenty years after leaving Runway, Andy Sachs (Anne Hathaway) has built a respectable career in journalism — right up until her entire newsroom is laid off by text message during an awards gala. At the same time, Miranda Priestly (Meryl Streep) faces a crisis of her own: a sweatshop scandal involving a major advertiser gives corporate owner Irv Ravitz (Tibor Feldman) the excuse he’s been waiting for to interfere. Runway publishes what should have been a glossy, harmles puff piece  on a major fashion brand — only for that brand to be exposed days later for using sweatshop labour. Without Miranda’s consent,  Irv hires Andy as Runway’s new features editor, a move that lands like a diplomatic incident.

Miranda, once the terrifying high priestess of fashion, now finds herself hemmed in by HR briefings, “tone workshops,” and a younger staff who don’t instinctively recognise her authority. Print is shrinking, advertisers are restless, and the magazine is being pushed toward cheap digital churn. Andy tries to uphold real journalism, but her long‑form pieces barely register in a world ruled by algorithms.

Andy reunites with Emily Charlton (Emily Blunt) — now a high‑powered executive whose company’s aggressive pricing strategies symbolise the industry’s moral drift. Meanwhile, tech investors circle Runway, including the serenely confident mogul Evan Roth (played with icy charm by an actor clearly enjoying himself), who sees the magazine not as a cultural institution but as an underperforming asset. As the pressure mounts, Andy becomes central to Miranda’s survival strategy — not as an assistant this time, but as someone who understands both the old world and the new.

The men orbiting Miranda and Andy remain so resolutely beige they could be painted directly onto the set. Kenneth Branagh, as Miranda’s latest husband, drifts through scenes like a distinguished but faintly bewildered museum patron — present, polite, and utterly incapable of matching her gravitational pull. Peter Brammall, playing Andy’s boyfriend Peter, fares no better: a man so gently supportive and narratively weightless he feels less like a romantic partner and more like a well‑meaning flatmate who occasionally remembers they’re dating. And then there’s Stanley Tucci, returning as Nigel, the lone male presence with actual flavour — sharp, warm, and effortlessly charismatic, reminding you how much more alive this world becomes when someone on screen has a pulse stronger than chamomile tea.

Themes: What the Film Tries to Say — and How Well It Says It

The film is preoccupied with change — who drives it, who benefits from it, and who gets crushed beneath it. It contrasts Miranda’s old‑world authority with the frictionless, jargon‑heavy ideology of modern tech.

The “techno‑manosphere” is embodied in nepo‑CEO Jay Ravitz (B.J. Novak) and Emily’s boyfriend Benji Barnes (Justin Theroux), a mash‑up of Musk, Bezos, and Zuckerberg. They spout shibboleths about “cutting expenses” (meaning people) and the inevitability of technological “progress.” Benji’s mantra — “You just have to get out of the way” — is the distilled essence of their worldview: change as inevitability, disruption as moral good, efficiency as destiny.

A critical planning session with a dozen consultants takes place, improbably, in the packed company cafeteria. When Jay invites Miranda, she asks, with surgical disdain, “Do we have one of those?” It’s one of the few moments where the film remembers who she is.

But the film’s biggest misstep is Miranda herself. The original Miranda was frightening because she embodied taste, hierarchy, and institutional authority at their most refined and ruthless. Here, she has been softened into something almost unrecognisable — tidy, tamed, and constantly shadowed by the moral anxieties of 2026. When we see Miranda struggling to hang up her own coat it’s clear that something has changed. And the dialogue tells us she no longer throws her coat at assistants due to HR complaints. The film seems more interested in showing a tamed Miranda than in understanding why she worked in the first place. The result is not growth; it is defanging.

And yet, the film does land one thematic point beautifully: tech’s victory is not inevitable. Without spoiling anything, the final movement hints at a future shaped not by dashboards but by people who still believe in the value of craft. It’s a quiet, almost stealthy note of hope.

Cameos and Watchability

Despite its flaws, the film is undeniably watchable. The cameos — designers, editors, influencers, and a few sly nods to real‑world fashion royalty — give it a fizzy, knowing energy. Lady Gaga’s brief appearance is a highlight: funny, pointed, and perfectly calibrated.

The film moves briskly, the locations are gorgeous, and the cast is uniformly committed. Hathaway remains a compelling centre of gravity; Blunt steals every scene she’s in; Streep, as Miranda, even in a softened register, still radiates authority. Even the tech bros are entertaining in their buffoonery.

It’s not the sharp, cruel, diamond‑cut satire of the original — but it’s never dull.

Would I See The Devil Wears Prada 3?

Absolutely.

And I’d like to see it go further.
I’d like the PC guff — the HR euphemisms, the corporate tone‑policing, the algorithmic hand‑wringing — to be presented as outdated. I’d like a return to mean Miranda, not just as a bully, but as a woman whose authority comes from taste, judgement, and the ability to see what others can’t.

If this sequel is about the world outgrowing its monsters, the third film should be about the world realising it still needs them. Because the truth is that industries don’t collapse from cruelty; they collapse from complacency. Prada 2 imagines a landscape where the sharp edges have been sanded down, where Miranda’s authority is treated as an embarrassing relic, and where institutions believe they can replace vision with workflow and taste with metrics. But the absence of monsters doesn’t create harmony — it creates drift. Standards loosen, identities blur, and the centre of gravity shifts from people who know what they’re doing to people who know how to present what they’re doing. A third film should confront that reckoning head‑on: the uncomfortable but necessary realisation that the figures once dismissed as tyrants were often the ones holding the whole thing together. Not because they were kind, or gentle, or easy, but because they cared enough to demand more than the world found convenient. We need the monsters and we need to learn how to deal with them.

By Pat Harrington

 

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Culture Vulture 23rd–29th May 2026

A soaring vulture with outstretched wings against a blue sky, accompanied by bold text reading 'CULTURE VULTURE' and a graphic promoting 'COUNTER CULTURE' event from May 23-29, 2026.

Welcome to Culture Vulture, Counter Culture’s weekly wander through television, cinema and streaming from an alternative standpoint. We’ve picked out the most interesting things on this week’s screens — not the noisiest, just the ones worth your time. Stories stick with us in all sorts of ways — in what we remember, what we value, and what unsettles us.

This week carries a curious emotional rhythm. There is glamour and melancholy in equal measure. Music dominates one end of the schedule, from Queen’s operatic ambition to BBC Four’s superb late-night jazz session, while drama and documentary return repeatedly to questions of reputation, reinvention and the stories built around public lives. Marilyn Monroe, Shirley MacLaine, Cher and John Lennon all appear, each reframed through the lens of memory and myth.

Three highlights stand out. 🌟 My Favourite Cake brings warmth and quiet rebellion to modern Iranian cinema. 🌟 Dear England continues its examination of football and national psychology with rare intelligence. And 🌟 Jazz Night on BBC Four promises a rich late-night celebration of musical brilliance and cultural memory.

Selection and commentary is by Pat Harrington. Longer reviews of selected titles may also be available on the Counter Culture website.

Saturday 23rd May 2026

Funny Face (1957) BBC Two, 10:35am

Some films endure for their influence, others simply because people adore them. Funny Face belongs firmly to the second category. Stanley Donen’s musical is light on its feet and unashamedly romantic, but beneath the elegance sits something rather more interesting than a simple fashion fairytale. Audrey Hepburn’s Jo Stockton begins as an intellectual working in a Greenwich Village bookshop before being swept into the world of Paris fashion by Fred Astaire’s photographer Dick Avery.

The premise is knowingly fanciful. Nobody mistakes Funny Face for realism. Yet part of its pleasure comes from how openly artificial it is. Paris here is less a city than a state of mind. Cafés, boulevards and couture salons exist in a carefully arranged dreamscape where beauty is heightened and coincidence seems entirely reasonable.

Audrey Hepburn remains the film’s gravitational centre. There is always intelligence in her performances, even when the material threatens to reduce her to elegance alone. Jo is not merely decorative. She resists. She questions. She remains slightly amused by the absurd machinery surrounding her. Hepburn understood that charm is most effective when mixed with wit.

Fred Astaire, meanwhile, brings experience and ease. By this stage his dancing possessed a kind of deceptive simplicity. He never appeared to be showing off. He glided. That lightness suits Funny Face perfectly. The partnership between Astaire and Hepburn should not work on paper, yet somehow it does.

The musical numbers retain their power to delight. Bonjour Paris and Think Pink remain deliciously stylised creations, but perhaps the most memorable moments are quieter. Hepburn dancing in a smoky Parisian cellar carries an energy that feels spontaneous rather than choreographed, a brief eruption of freedom amid the orchestrated glamour.

What lingers, though, is the film’s gentle tension between thought and image. Jo is drawn towards philosophy and seriousness while the fashion world insists on surfaces. The film does not entirely resolve that argument. Perhaps that is why it still feels alive. Beneath the satin and photography lies a small debate about authenticity that modern culture, obsessed with presentation and self-curation, has hardly settled.

Queen Night Sky Arts, from 6:00pm

Sky Arts devotes the evening to Queen, beginning with Queen and I at the Opera and continuing through Queen Live at the Rainbow (7:00pm), Queen Greatest Video Hits 1 (8:45pm), Queen Greatest Video Hits 2 (10:00pm) and concluding with Queen: From Rags to Rhapsody (11:40pm). Queen’s journey from ambitious outsiders to global institution remains one of popular music’s great stories — part theatre, part rebellion and entirely their own.

My Favourite Cake (2024) 🌟BBC Four, 9:00pm

Some films arrive carrying noise and expectation. Others enter quietly and ask only for patience. My Favourite Cake belongs to the second category. This Iranian drama follows Mahin, an elderly widow who decides, against social convention and emotional caution alike, to reclaim companionship and pleasure. It is a modest story on the surface, but modesty should never be mistaken for insignificance.

The film understands solitude with unusual precision. Loneliness here is not melodramatic. It exists in routines, silences and rooms that feel slightly too large for one person. Mahin’s life has settled into habit, and habit has become a kind of invisible prison.

What gives the film its power is its refusal to sentimentalise ageing. Cinema often treats older characters as repositories of wisdom or comedy. My Favourite Cake grants Mahin something rarer — desire, contradiction and emotional agency. She is neither saint nor symbol.

The performances carry remarkable delicacy. There is no grandstanding, no theatrical pleading for audience sympathy. Instead, the actors allow emotion to emerge through hesitation and small gestures. A conversation, a glance, a shared meal — these become charged with meaning.

The social atmosphere surrounding the story is impossible to ignore. Without delivering speeches or slogans, the film reveals lives shaped by rules and expectations that limit intimacy and spontaneity. Yet the film resists despair. Its quiet rebellion lies precisely in refusing resignation.

Visually, the directors favour restraint. Domestic interiors and ordinary settings become spaces of emotional revelation rather than decorative backdrops. The camera observes patiently, giving scenes room to breathe.

What remains afterwards is tenderness. Not sentimental tenderness, but something more mature and harder won. My Favourite Cake reminds us that emotional hunger does not retire with age and that companionship remains a human need rather than a youthful luxury. It is a gentle film, though not a weak one.

Cher at the BBC / Cher Meets Rylan BBC Two, from 9:00pm

Cher has always understood reinvention better than most performers. These programmes offer archive celebration and present-day conversation, reminding us that longevity in entertainment rarely comes through caution. Cher survived fashions by refusing to become trapped by them.

Sunday 24th May 2026

Some Like It Hot (1959) BBC Two, 2:15pm

Billy Wilder’s comedy has the dangerous quality shared by truly great entertainments: it looks effortless. Jack Lemmon and Tony Curtis play musicians fleeing gangsters by disguising themselves as women and joining an all-female band led by Marilyn Monroe’s Sugar Kane. The premise is absurd, but Wilder treats absurdity with such confidence that disbelief becomes irrelevant.

The film moves with astonishing precision. Wilder and co-writer I.A.L. Diamond constructed dialogue like clockwork. Jokes arrive exactly when needed and never overstay their welcome. Yet timing alone does not explain why the film continues to charm.

Jack Lemmon gives perhaps the most joyous performance of his career. His transformation from reluctant impostor to gleeful participant in the deception carries a comic abandon that still feels fresh. Lemmon’s genius lay in allowing panic and delight to coexist.

Tony Curtis provides an ideal counterbalance, smoother and more calculating, though just as vulnerable beneath the swagger. Together they form one of cinema’s great comic pairings.

And then there is Marilyn Monroe. Too often discussed as symbol before performer, Monroe here reminds us how skilled she was. Sugar Kane is funny, wistful and emotionally exposed. Monroe gives her softness without reducing her to fragility.

The film’s treatment of gender and identity feels surprisingly modern. Wilder never turns disguise into cruelty. Instead, masquerade becomes liberation, however temporary. Characters discover aspects of themselves precisely through performance.

By the time that famous closing line arrives — one of the greatest endings in film history — Some Like It Hot has become more than a gangster comedy. It is a celebration of human absurdity and tolerance wrapped in impeccable comic machinery.

Monday 25th May 2026Bank Holiday Monday

High Noon (1952) 5Action, 1:55pm

Westerns often concern themselves with myth. The frontier, the lone rider, the moral certainty supposedly forged beneath endless skies. High Noon dismantles those assumptions with remarkable economy. Fred Zinnemann’s film unfolds almost in real time as Marshal Will Kane, played with weary authority by Gary Cooper, waits for the arrival of a vengeful outlaw while the town he once protected quietly abandons him.

The film’s structure remains startlingly effective. There is little spectacle and no appetite for romantic distraction. Instead, tension grows through clocks, empty streets and conversations that reveal fear disguised as pragmatism. Kane moves from house to house seeking support and discovers that loyalty evaporates when danger becomes personal.

Gary Cooper’s performance is central to the film’s enduring power. His Kane is no swaggering gunslinger intoxicated by violence. He is ageing, tired and uncertain, yet propelled by an inner obligation he cannot comfortably abandon. Cooper plays him as a man trapped not only by circumstance but by his own conscience.

Much has been written about the film’s political dimension, and rightly so. Screenwriter Carl Foreman was working under the shadow of anti-communist blacklisting, and the atmosphere of cowardice and compromise carries unmistakable contemporary resonance. Communities under pressure, the temptation to stay silent, the fear of standing apart — these concerns extend well beyond the western genre.

The supporting cast deepen that moral landscape. Grace Kelly’s pacifist bride represents one response to violence, while others cloak self-interest in respectable language. Nobody is entirely villainous, which makes their retreat all the more uncomfortable to watch.

Visually, High Noon strips the western of romantic excess. Streets appear exposed rather than heroic. Zinnemann’s direction resists grandeur, grounding the story in dust, heat and social unease. Even the famous ballad, Do Not Forsake Me, Oh My Darlin’, feels less celebratory than mournful.

The result is a western that continues to unsettle because it asks an awkward question that societies rarely enjoy confronting: what happens when principle becomes inconvenient? More than seventy years later, High Noon remains lean, tense and morally provocative.

Groundhog Day (1993) 🌟Film4, 9:00pm

Some comedies make us laugh and fade into affectionate memory. Others linger because they smuggle larger questions into apparently playful premises. Groundhog Day belongs firmly to the latter group. Harold Ramis’s film follows Bill Murray’s cynical weatherman Phil Connors, trapped in an endlessly repeating day in the small town of Punxsutawney.

The brilliance of the premise lies in its deceptive simplicity. What initially appears to be comic inconvenience gradually becomes existential inquiry. Phil wakes each morning to Sonny and Cher’s I Got You Babe, condemned to repetition without explanation or escape.

Bill Murray’s performance is the film’s great balancing act. He had already perfected the sardonic persona by this stage, but Groundhog Day allows him to move beyond irony. Phil begins as arrogant and casually contemptuous, a man protected by superiority and emotional detachment. Murray never softens these traits too quickly, which makes the character’s eventual transformation feel earned rather than sentimental.

The screenplay, by Ramis and Danny Rubin, understands that immortality without purpose becomes torment. Phil experiments with pleasure, manipulation and recklessness before recognising that consequence-free existence offers surprisingly little fulfilment. The film’s comedy emerges not merely from repetition but from spiritual frustration.

There is also a distinctly philosophical dimension beneath the humour. Critics and theologians alike have interpreted the film through religious and ethical traditions — Buddhist cycles, moral rebirth, even secular humanism. Remarkably, the film supports these readings without becoming didactic.

And then there is the town itself. Punxsutawney could easily have become caricature, yet the film treats it with affection. The supposedly dull environment that Phil initially despises gradually reveals unexpected richness. People he dismissed as tedious become individuals worthy of attention.

What makes Groundhog Day endure is its refusal to offer easy revelation. Personal growth here is slow and repetitive, marked by failure as much as insight. That honesty gives the comedy unusual depth. Beneath its fantasy mechanism lies a quietly radical suggestion: happiness may depend less upon escape than upon learning how to inhabit the ordinary with greater generosity.

Starship Troopers (1997) Legend, 9:00pm

Few films have travelled a stranger critical journey than Paul Verhoeven’s Starship Troopers. On release it was frequently dismissed as loud science-fiction spectacle, accused of glorifying precisely the militarism it portrayed. Time, however, has been kind to Verhoeven’s savage sense of irony.

Adapted loosely from Robert Heinlein’s novel, the film follows attractive young recruits fighting an interstellar war against giant alien insects. On the surface, it resembles exuberant pulp entertainment. Battles are chaotic, uniforms immaculate and heroics plentiful.

Yet Verhoeven, who grew up in Nazi-occupied Holland, rarely approached authority without suspicion. The film’s stylised newsreels, patriotic slogans and choreographed certainty deliberately echo propaganda aesthetics. Citizenship, service and sacrifice become commodities sold through spectacle.

The cast contribute to that satire by embracing sincerity rather than parody. Casper Van Dien and Denise Richards inhabit their roles with straight-faced conviction, allowing the absurdity of the surrounding ideology to speak for itself.

Visually, the film remains impressive. Its effects retain energy and scale, while Verhoeven stages combat not as triumphant adventure but as industrial slaughter. Bodies are expendable, rhetoric plentiful.

What unsettles is how familiar some of the film now feels. Its media manipulation and emotional simplifications appear less exaggerated than they once did. Verhoeven understood how societies can package conflict as entertainment.

That combination of excitement and critique explains why Starship Troopers continues to attract reassessment. It is both thrilling and suspicious of thrill itself — a blockbuster with teeth.

M*A*S*H* (1970) Great TV, 9:00pm

Before the long-running television series softened the material into something gentler, Robert Altman’s MASH* arrived carrying sharper edges. Set during the Korean War but unmistakably shaped by the Vietnam era, the film follows military surgeons using irreverence and chaos as defence mechanisms against institutional absurdity and human suffering.

Altman’s direction refuses conventional order. Dialogue overlaps, scenes spill into one another and authority appears permanently destabilised. Rather than heroic wartime drama, the film presents organised confusion.

Donald Sutherland and Elliott Gould lead with sly intelligence, their doctors mocking bureaucracy while remaining grimly competent at their work. Their humour is frequently juvenile and occasionally uncomfortable, yet Altman refuses to tidy their contradictions.

The operating theatre sequences provide a sobering counterpoint. Blood and injury intrude abruptly upon comedy, reminding audiences that humour here functions partly as survival strategy.

The film’s anti-authoritarian spirit resonated powerfully in 1970 and still retains force today. Institutions promising order often appear ridiculous under scrutiny, and MASH* understands that mockery can become a form of resistance.

Not every aspect has aged gracefully. Some gender politics now feel jarring, and viewers may debate whether satire excuses certain excesses. Yet perhaps that friction forms part of the film’s historical honesty.

What remains undeniable is Altman’s influence. MASH* helped redefine American cinema, opening space for looser storytelling and more sceptical visions of power.

Dear England BBC One, 9:00pm – Episode 2 of 4

James Graham’s drama continues its thoughtful exploration of leadership, masculinity and national expectation surrounding England football. Less interested in sporting triumph than psychological burden, Dear England treats football as a stage upon which wider anxieties are performed.

Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret (2023) BBC Two, 10:00pm

Judy Blume adaptations have long been approached with caution, perhaps because her writing occupies a space rarely treated with honesty — the emotional turbulence of adolescence. Kelly Fremon Craig’s adaptation understands that legacy and handles it with admirable sensitivity.

The film follows Margaret, caught between childhood and adolescence while negotiating religion, friendship and bodily change. These experiences are familiar to millions, yet cinema often approaches them with embarrassment or exaggeration.

Abby Ryder Fortson gives a wonderfully natural performance. Margaret feels recognisably awkward and curious rather than manufactured for sentiment. Rachel McAdams, meanwhile, brings warmth and complexity to Margaret’s mother.

What distinguishes the film is its refusal to patronise young experience. Embarrassment, longing and uncertainty are treated seriously without becoming melodramatic.

The religious dimension adds further richness. Margaret’s search for identity extends beyond adolescence into questions of belonging and inherited belief.

Visually and emotionally, the film favours intimacy over spectacle. Domestic spaces feel lived-in and relationships properly complicated.

Gentle without being slight, Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret succeeds because it remembers what adulthood often forgets: growing up feels enormous when you are living through it.

Murder of the Essex Boys: Blood and Betrayal Channel 4, 10:00pm & 11:00pm

Channel 4 revisits one of Britain’s most notorious criminal cases in this two-part documentary examining gangland violence, contested narratives and the enduring fascination surrounding the Essex murders.

Tuesday 26th May 2026

Who Do You Think You Are? BBC One, 9:00pm – featuring Zoe Ball

The genealogy favourite returns as Zoe Ball traces family roots and forgotten histories, continuing a format that connects personal stories with wider social memory.

The Unstoppable Shirley MacLaine Sky Arts, 9:00pm

A portrait of one of Hollywood’s most distinctive performers, whose career embraced musical theatre, drama, comedy and unapologetic individuality.

World War II with Tom Hanks Sky History, 9:00pm

History revisited through testimony, archive and contemporary interpretation.

Prey (2022) Film4, 9:00pm (2022)

Franchises often suffer from exhaustion. The machinery grows louder while imagination grows smaller, until sequels begin to resemble contractual obligations rather than creative ventures. That is partly why Prey arrived as such an agreeable surprise. Instead of attempting to outdo its predecessors through sheer volume, director Dan Trachtenberg stripped the Predator formula back to essentials and rediscovered the tension that made the original memorable.

The film relocates the action to eighteenth-century North America and follows Naru, a young Comanche hunter determined to prove herself within a culture whose expectations do not always accommodate her ambitions. It is a simple premise, but simplicity can be liberating. The film understands that suspense depends less upon complexity than clarity.

Amber Midthunder gives a performance that anchors the entire enterprise. Naru is resourceful without becoming implausibly invincible and vulnerable without being reduced to helplessness. Midthunder plays her with intelligence and controlled determination, avoiding the kind of empty heroics that often flatten contemporary action cinema.

The setting matters enormously. Forests, rivers and open terrain are not decorative backdrops but active elements shaping the drama. The landscape feels inhabited and historically grounded, lending the story texture rarely found in franchise filmmaking. There is genuine pleasure in watching a film that allows environment and atmosphere to carry dramatic weight.

The action sequences are staged with admirable restraint. Trachtenberg avoids frantic editing and allows combat to unfold spatially, making violence legible rather than chaotic. The predator itself remains threatening because the film resists overexposure. Suspense survives when mystery survives.

There is also an intriguing thematic undercurrent surrounding survival and perception. Naru succeeds not through brute force but observation and adaptability. The film quietly questions assumptions about strength and authority without turning character development into a lecture.

What ultimately distinguishes Prey is its confidence in fundamentals. Character, setting and suspense take precedence over mythology and spectacle. For a long-running series, that feels almost radical. Prey may not reinvent science fiction, but it does something increasingly rare — it remembers how to tell a lean, satisfying story.

Reframed: Marilyn Monroe BBC Four, from 10:00pm
Continuing at 10:45pm, 11:25pm and 12:10am.

Marilyn Monroe has spent decades imprisoned inside her own mythology. This multi-part study attempts to look beyond the familiar iconography and reconsider the woman, performer and cultural phenomenon concealed beneath the image.

Wednesday 27th May 2026

Richard Madeley Inside the World’s Mega Prisons Channel 5, 9:00pm

Richard Madeley is granted rare access to one of the world’s largest and most tightly controlled prison complexes, a place built on the premise that overwhelming scale and absolute order can succeed where conventional systems have failed. What he finds is less a “facility” than a sealed world with its own rhythms, rules and tensions—an environment designed to contain the most dangerous offenders under a regime that prizes control above all else.

The programme follows Madeley as he moves through the layers of security and routine that define life inside. His calm, almost conversational style sits against a backdrop of stark conditions: vast cell blocks, relentless surveillance, and a daily existence stripped down to the bare mechanics of containment. The documentary doesn’t sensationalise, but it doesn’t soften anything either. It lets the place speak for itself.

What emerges is a portrait of a system built to be unyielding. Rehabilitation is not the headline here; the focus is on security, deterrence and the political logic that produced a prison on this scale. Madeley asks the obvious questions—about effectiveness, about humanity, about what such an institution says about the society that relies on it—but the answers are rarely straightforward. The result is a quietly unsettling hour of television, not because it shouts, but because it shows you a world most people will never see and leaves you to sit with the implications.

Murder on the Victorian Railway BBC Four, 9:00pm

History and true crime intersect in this reconstruction of one of Victorian Britain’s most notorious railway murders, a reminder that fascination with criminal spectacle is hardly a modern invention.

East Is East (1999) Film4, 9:00pm

There are films that wear their politics loudly and others that smuggle serious ideas through humour and domestic observation. East Is East belongs firmly to the second category. Damien O’Donnell’s adaptation of Ayub Khan-Din’s play examines family life within a British-Pakistani household in Salford during the early 1970s, balancing comedy and conflict with remarkable assurance.

At the centre stands George Khan, played magnificently by Om Puri. George is authoritarian, proud and often infuriating, determined to preserve cultural traditions while raising children increasingly shaped by British society. Lesser films would flatten him into caricature or villainy. East Is East refuses such simplicity.

Om Puri’s performance is extraordinary precisely because it embraces contradiction. George can be frightening and stubborn, yet also vulnerable and painfully human. Puri allows us to see a man struggling against forces he neither fully understands nor knows how to control.

Around him, the younger cast create a vivid sense of sibling life — teasing, quarrelling and forging identities in the uneasy space between parental expectation and personal desire. Their humour feels authentic rather than scripted for effect.

The film’s comedy is one of its great strengths. Domestic arguments, awkward courtship and generational misunderstandings provide genuine laughter. Yet the humour never conceals the emotional stakes. Behind the jokes lie questions about belonging, assimilation and the cost of divided identity.

The early 1970s setting matters too. Britain here appears restless and unsettled, wrestling with immigration, class and social change. The film never delivers political speeches, but politics inhabits the household nonetheless.

What makes East Is East endure is its generosity. Nobody emerges entirely right or entirely wrong. Families rarely operate according to ideological purity. They are messier, more contradictory and more emotionally entangled than public debates allow. Funny, bruising and compassionate, East Is East remains one of British cinema’s most perceptive portraits of cultural negotiation.

Dark Waters (2020) BBC Two, 11:30pm

American cinema has produced a distinguished tradition of investigative dramas exposing corporate and institutional wrongdoing, and Todd Haynes’s Dark Waters belongs honourably within that lineage. Based on true events, it follows lawyer Robert Bilott as he uncovers environmental contamination linked to chemical giant DuPont.

Mark Ruffalo gives a performance built upon persistence rather than charisma. Bilott is not presented as cinematic crusader or rhetorical genius. He appears cautious, often uncomfortable and increasingly burdened by the scale of what he uncovers. Ruffalo wisely avoids glamour.

The film’s strength lies in patience. Modern thrillers frequently confuse urgency with speed, but Dark Waters understands that investigation is usually painstaking work involving paperwork, persistence and frustration. Haynes embraces that procedural reality.

Anne Hathaway and Tim Robbins provide strong support, though the film’s emotional centre remains Bilott’s slow recognition of institutional indifference. The enemy here is not melodramatic evil but bureaucracy insulated by wealth and influence.

Haynes directs with unusual restraint. Offices, meeting rooms and industrial landscapes appear drained of glamour, reflecting a world where environmental catastrophe hides behind routine administration.

There is, inevitably, political resonance. Dark Waters speaks not only about pollution but about systems capable of dispersing responsibility until accountability becomes elusive. That theme feels painfully contemporary.

The result is compelling precisely because it resists sensationalism. Quietly angry and morally serious, Dark Waters reminds us that public health battles are often fought far from headlines and that persistence can sometimes become its own form of courage.

Thursday 28th May 2026

Local Hero (1983) Film4, 4:30pm

Few British films possess the gentle confidence of Bill Forsyth’s Local Hero. On paper, the story sounds almost slight. An American oil executive arrives in a Scottish coastal village intending to purchase the land for industrial development, only to encounter resistance, eccentricity and unexpected attachment. Yet Forsyth transforms this modest premise into something quietly profound.

The film benefits enormously from Peter Riegert’s understated central performance. His Mac is initially efficient and emotionally detached, a corporate emissary accustomed to viewing landscapes in transactional terms. Riegert wisely avoids broad transformation. Change arrives gradually.

Around him, the village becomes one of cinema’s great communities — humorous, eccentric and stubbornly individual without collapsing into caricature. Forsyth observes people with affection rather than sentimentality.

The Scottish landscape exerts its own power. Sweeping coastlines and changing skies are not presented merely as picturesque scenery but as emotional terrain. The land itself acquires value beyond economics.

Mark Knopfler’s score deserves special mention. Melancholy and lyrical, it drifts through the film like memory. Few soundtracks have fused so naturally with atmosphere.

Beneath the humour lies an understated meditation on modernity and belonging. Development promises prosperity, yet the film quietly asks what may be lost when value becomes purely financial.

The ending remains one of British cinema’s most affecting conclusions, marked not by dramatic confrontation but by longing and absence. Local Hero leaves viewers with that rare sensation of having visited somewhere emotionally real.

Classic Movies: The Story of Mulholland Drive Sky Arts, 8:00pm

Episode four of this documentary strand examines the making and afterlife of David Lynch’s modern classic.

A Life in 10 Pictures BBC Two, 9:00pm – Episode 1 of 4

Lives explored through defining photographs and the stories surrounding them.

Mulholland Drive (2001) Sky Arts, 9:00pm

David Lynch has always divided audiences between those eager to solve his work and those willing simply to inhabit it. Mulholland Drive rewards the second approach. What began life as an abandoned television pilot became one of the century’s most mesmerising cinematic puzzles.

Naomi Watts delivers a performance of astonishing elasticity, shifting between innocence, ambition and despair with extraordinary precision. Laura Harring complements her beautifully, her mysterious amnesiac radiating glamour and unease.

Hollywood itself becomes Lynch’s dreamscape. Beneath the palm trees and auditions lies a world shaped by fantasy, compromise and fractured identity. Lynch approaches Los Angeles not realistically but psychologically.

The film’s structure refuses easy explanation. Dreams bleed into reality, identities blur and narrative certainty collapses. Some viewers resist this. Others surrender and discover something hypnotic.

Lynch’s command of mood remains unrivalled. Sound design, lighting and rhythm generate unease long before anything overtly threatening occurs. Few directors understand dread so intuitively.

There are echoes of classic noir throughout — doomed desire, mystery and performance — yet Mulholland Drive transforms those influences into something more elusive and contemporary.

Its lasting fascination lies precisely in ambiguity. Rather than offering tidy meaning, the film invites participation. Like memory itself, it remains unstable, haunting and impossible to entirely pin down.

One to One: John and Yoko Sky Documentaries, 9:00pm

A documentary revisiting the partnership, activism and cultural influence of John Lennon and Yoko Ono during a turbulent period of public and private life.

Friday 29th May 2026

Charade (1963) Film4, 2:50pm

If Funny Face offered Audrey Hepburn wrapped in musical sophistication, Charade presents her in altogether more mischievous territory. Directed by Stanley Donen and co-starring Cary Grant, the film mixes romance, mystery and comic suspense with effortless style.

Hepburn plays Regina Lampert, suddenly entangled in murder, missing money and uncertain loyalties after her husband’s death. Cary Grant circles the narrative with his customary elegance, though part of the pleasure comes from never entirely trusting him.

Donen stages the intrigue with remarkable lightness. Suspense never overwhelms wit and comedy never dissolves tension. The tone remains beautifully balanced.

Paris again provides glamorous backdrop, though here the city carries danger alongside romance. Cafés and streets feel seductive but uncertain.

The chemistry between Hepburn and Grant remains irresistible. Their exchanges sparkle with flirtation and comic timing.

Often described as “the best Hitchcock film Hitchcock never made,” Charade earns the comparison while retaining its own personality — playful, stylish and endlessly watchable.

Erin Brockovich (2000) Film4, 9:00pm

There are films built around extraordinary people and films built around systems. Steven Soderbergh’s Erin Brockovich manages to be both. Based on a true story, it follows an unemployed single mother who stumbles into legal work and gradually uncovers environmental contamination linked to corporate negligence. The material could easily have collapsed into worthy melodrama or courtroom cliché. Instead, the film finds energy in personality and moral persistence.

Julia Roberts gives what remains one of her defining performances. Erin is introduced wearing confidence like armour — outspoken, abrasive and unwilling to perform respectability for those who have already dismissed her. Roberts understands that the character’s strength lies not in saintliness but in refusal. Erin is frequently impatient, sometimes reckless and entirely uninterested in becoming palatable.

The film wisely avoids presenting intelligence in narrow terms. Erin possesses no legal training and lacks institutional authority, yet she notices details others ignore and connects with people usually overlooked by professional structures. Her emotional directness becomes investigative skill rather than weakness.

Soderbergh directs with characteristic clarity. Offices, homes and desert landscapes are observed without glamour, grounding the drama in recognisable social realities. The contamination story matters precisely because it emerges from ordinary lives rather than abstract headlines.

Albert Finney provides superb support as Erin’s reluctant employer, their relationship developing through mutual irritation into hard-earned respect. The supporting cast deepen the sense of community affected by the scandal, reminding viewers that environmental catastrophe is ultimately lived through bodies and families.

The film also speaks to broader questions of class and credibility. Institutions often decide who deserves to be heard according to education, status and appearance. Erin repeatedly encounters condescension rooted in precisely those assumptions.

What makes Erin Brockovich endure is its combination of entertainment and anger. Soderbergh never sacrifices momentum for message, yet the outrage remains unmistakable. This is populist filmmaking in the best sense — accessible, emotionally engaging and morally alert.

Love, Simon (2018) ITV2, 9:05pm

Teen films often struggle with sincerity. Fearful of sentimentality, they retreat into irony or exaggerated cool. Love, Simon chooses a different route. Greg Berlanti’s adaptation of Becky Albertalli’s novel embraces emotional openness without embarrassment, following Simon Spier, a closeted teenager navigating friendship, family and first love.

Nick Robinson gives Simon an appealing mixture of confidence and uncertainty. He is not presented as tragic outsider or heroic symbol but as recognisably ordinary — bright, funny and anxious about what honesty might cost him. That ordinariness matters. Representation is sometimes discussed in abstract political terms, yet films such as Love, Simon demonstrate its emotional significance more quietly.

The supporting cast contribute warmth and texture. Jennifer Garner and Josh Duhamel avoid sitcom parenting stereotypes, creating a family environment marked by affection and imperfection rather than idealisation. Simon’s friendships feel equally lived-in, shaped by loyalty and misunderstanding in believable proportions.

The film’s high-school setting occasionally edges towards polished fantasy, and viewers accustomed to rougher coming-of-age dramas may find its tone almost disarmingly gentle. Yet gentleness should not be mistaken for triviality. Berlanti understands that adolescence can feel emotionally catastrophic even when external stakes appear modest.

There is humour throughout, particularly in Simon’s attempts to protect his secret while maintaining ordinary teenage life. The screenplay allows awkwardness and comedy to coexist with genuine emotional vulnerability.

What elevates Love, Simon beyond formula is its refusal to frame identity solely through suffering. Simon’s journey involves fear and loneliness, certainly, but also desire, excitement and hope. That tonal balance gives the film its generous spirit.

By the conclusion, Love, Simon feels less like cultural milestone than something perhaps more valuable — an affectionate, emotionally intelligent story about growing into honesty.

🌟 Jazz Night – BBC Four, from 9:05pm
Miles Davis: Birth of the Cool (9:05pm)
Alan Yentob Remembers Ella Fitzgerald (11:00pm)
Ella Fitzgerald: The Other Show (11:05pm)
Cleo Laine at the BBC (11:45pm)
Jazz 625 (12:45am)

BBC Four’s themed music nights have become one of British television’s quiet cultural treasures, and this jazz evening looks particularly rich. Beginning with Miles Davis: Birth of the Cool, the schedule moves through tribute, archive and performance to create something closer to a curated late-night session than ordinary broadcasting.

Miles Davis alone would justify attention. Few musicians reshaped their art form with such restless determination. From bebop through modal jazz and electric experimentation, Davis treated reinvention not as career strategy but artistic necessity.

The Ella Fitzgerald programming provides emotional contrast. Fitzgerald’s technical brilliance sometimes obscured the warmth and emotional intelligence of her singing, and Yentob’s tribute alongside The Other Show promises to revisit both performer and person.

Cleo Laine at the BBC reminds viewers that Britain produced jazz voices of remarkable distinction too, while Jazz 625 carries welcome archival pleasure. There is something comforting about encountering jazz at midnight on BBC Four, preserved not as museum artefact but living conversation.

In an era when cultural television is frequently squeezed by economics and ratings anxiety, evenings like this feel quietly defiant. Long may they continue.

Love & Mercy (2014) BBC Two, 11:00pm

Music biopics often follow predictable rhythms. Early promise, excess, collapse and redemption arranged with mechanical inevitability. Bill Pohlad’s Love & Mercy avoids that trap by refusing linear simplicity and approaching Brian Wilson’s life through fractured emotional memory.

The decision to divide Wilson between two actors proves inspired. Paul Dano portrays the young Beach Boys genius during the creation of Pet Sounds, while John Cusack inhabits Wilson later in life, vulnerable and constrained beneath the influence of manipulative therapist Eugene Landy. Rather than competing, the performances illuminate different emotional states.

Paul Dano is extraordinary. He captures not merely Wilson’s fragility but his obsessive musical imagination, conveying the exhilaration and exhaustion of creative brilliance. Studio sessions become psychological landscapes where sound and feeling merge.

John Cusack takes greater risks, resisting imitation in favour of emotional truth. His Wilson appears withdrawn and uncertain, trapped within systems of control disguised as care. Cusack allows pain and gentleness to coexist without sentimentality.

The film’s treatment of music deserves special praise. Rather than using songs simply as nostalgic reward, Pohlad explores composition itself — the painstaking search for sound, harmony and emotional expression. Recording studios become sites of invention and vulnerability.

Paul Giamatti’s Landy is chilling precisely because he avoids theatrical villainy. Control here emerges gradually, rationalised as protection and expertise. The film understands how dependency and exploitation can become entangled.

What remains afterwards is not scandal or tragedy but admiration for artistic persistence. Love & Mercy recognises Brian Wilson as neither saint nor casualty but complicated creator. Among music biopics, it stands as one of the most humane and formally inventive.

Radio Choice

Desert Island Discs Radio 4, Sunday 10:00am – featuring Emily Watson

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I’ve loved this programme from the very first bars of its opening music. That familiar theme drops you straight into a different headspace—an invitation to settle in and listen as someone unpacks the story of their life through the records that shaped them. The structure is deceptively simple: eight pieces of music, a book, a luxury item, and the castaway’s journey through memory, influence and experience. But within that framework, people reveal far more than they realise.

What keeps me coming back is how much I learn about others just by listening. Music loosens people; it lets them talk about childhood, ambition, heartbreak, triumph—often without ever naming those things directly. I’m always curious to hear where my tastes overlap with theirs, and just as interested in the moments where they pull me somewhere new. A single track can open a door into a world I’d never have explored on my own.

And then there’s the pleasure of the choices at the end: the book they’d take to the island, the luxury item they can’t live without. Those details are often as revealing as the music—tiny windows into what someone values when everything else is stripped away.

The archive is a treasure in its own right. Decades of voices, eras, sensibilities, and shifting cultural landscapes, all preserved and waiting to be rediscovered. I trawl through it happily, dipping into old episodes, following threads, revisiting favourites. It’s one of the few programmes that rewards curiosity and patience, and it never fails to teach me something—about others, and quietly, about myself.

TikTok: The Working Week in Five Days Radio 4, Monday–Friday, 1:45pm

This timely series explores changing attitudes to labour, productivity and modern working life, asking whether inherited ideas about the working week continue to make sense in an age shaped by technology and shifting social expectations.

Podcast Choice

How Did We Get Here? Israel and the Palestinians BBC Sounds

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The BBC turns to one of the world’s most enduring and emotionally charged conflicts in this historical and political podcast examining the Israeli–Palestinian question. Rather than treating events as isolated headlines, the series attempts to trace deeper roots and competing narratives.

Whatever one’s perspective, context matters, and the podcast’s value lies in encouraging precisely that wider view.

My Mate Bought a Toaster

There is something gloriously nosy about the premise behind My Mate Bought a Toaster. Guests discuss their online purchase histories and, through shopping habits and accidental revelations, unexpectedly reveal versions of themselves.

Part comedy and part social anthropology, it appeals to anyone fascinated by the small clues people leave behind.

And if, like me, you occasionally study supermarket baskets and quietly construct biographies from groceries, this one may prove particularly entertaining.

Streaming Choice

BBC iPlayer

The Invisibles — Series 2

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The second series of The Invisibles returns to the Devon coast with its familiar blend of seaside melancholy and criminal nostalgia. Anthony Head and Warren Clarke slip back into the roles of retired thieves who can’t quite outrun the shadows they once commanded.
This run leans further into the ache of ageing — men confronting irrelevance, loyalty, and the seductive pull of one last job. The humour remains dry, but the emotional undertow is stronger.
Available from Friday 29 May, it’s a reminder that the past rarely stays buried, especially for those who once lived outside the law.

Living

Oliver Hermanus’s Living (2022) remains one of the most humane British films of the decade. Bill Nighy gives a career‑best performance as a civil servant quietly confronting mortality, in Kazuo Ishiguro’s adaptation of Kurosawa’s Ikiru.
Post‑war London is rendered in soft greys and moral clarity — a world where bureaucracy both shields and suffocates.
Available until Monday, it’s a study in grace, purpose, and the fragile dignity of small acts.


Discovery+

The Many Lives of Benjamin Kyle

This four‑part documentary revisits the baffling real case of a man found unconscious behind a Georgia Burger King in 2004 with no memory of who he was.
Through interviews, forensic work, and years of dead ends, the series follows his long search for identity — a journey that eventually revealed “Benjamin Kyle” to be William Powell.
All four episodes are available from 30 May, a haunting exploration of memory, anonymity, and the precarious architecture of selfhood.


Prime Video

Spider‑Noir

Nicolas Cage returns to voice the trench‑coated vigilante in this animated spin‑off from the Spider‑Verse universe, set in a stylised 1930s New York of chiaroscuro alleys and moral ambiguity.
The eight‑episode run leans into pulp narration, jazz‑era grit, and Cage’s sardonic delivery, which anchors the noir tone beautifully.
Available from Wednesday 27 May, it’s a moody, monochrome antidote to superhero gloss.

The Long Walk

Based on Stephen King’s dystopian novel, The Long Walk imagines a near‑future contest where teenage boys must keep walking until only one survives.
The adaptation preserves the book’s existential dread — a parable of endurance, spectacle, and state cruelty.
Available now, it’s stark, hypnotic viewing that turns motion itself into punishment.


Apple TV+

Star City

Star City is an alternate‑history drama set inside the Soviet Union’s secret cosmonaut training centre outside Moscow, expanding the world established in For All Mankind. The series follows engineers, cosmonauts and the ever‑watchful security services as they navigate the pressures of ideology, secrecy and ambition within the USSR’s side of the space race. It blends Cold War tension with the personal stakes of those working behind closed doors, showing how loyalty, science and survival intersect in a system built on both aspiration and control.
The series balances Cold War paranoia with human ambition, showing how ideology, science, and personal sacrifice collided in the race to orbit.
The first two episodes are available from Friday 29 May, promising a blend of historical precision and cosmic yearning.


Netflix

Nemesis

Nemesis is a taut British thriller about a former intelligence officer pulled back into a web of betrayal after a botched operation.
Its clipped tone and procedural focus give the drama a cold, metallic edge, with moral corrosion seeping through every exchange.
Available now, it’s espionage stripped of glamour — all consequence, no catharsis.

Rob Peace

Adapted from Jeff Hobbs’s biography, Rob Peace tells the true story of a brilliant Yale scholar whose double life in Newark’s drug trade led to tragedy.
Chiwetel Ejiofor directs with empathy, avoiding sensationalism in favour of systemic critique and human complexity.
Available now, it’s a portrait of promise undone by inequality and circumstance.

Maxxine

The third film in Ti West’s X trilogy, Maxxine follows Mia Goth’s survivor into 1980s Los Angeles, chasing fame while haunted by the violence that shaped her.
It’s both slasher and satire — a neon‑drenched study of ambition, exploitation, and the Hollywood dream machine at its most predatory.
Available from 21 May, it closes the trilogy with a mix of horror, irony, and defiant self‑invention.

Love Lies Bleeding

Kristen Stewart stars in Rose Glass’s neo‑noir romance set in the desert world of bodybuilding, obsession, and criminal temptation.
The film’s muscular style and queer intensity recall Bound and Body Heat, all sweat, longing, and danger.
Available until 31 May, it’s a feverish, intoxicating descent into desire and control.


Disney+

The Testament of Ann Lee

This docudrama traces the life of Ann Lee, founder of the Shakers, whose radical vision of equality and celibacy shaped an American religious movement.
Mixing archival material with lyrical reenactment, it captures the tension between spiritual purity, communal discipline, and the cost of conviction.
Available now, it’s a contemplative look at faith as rebellion.

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Can Love Survive the Truth? Insights from ‘The Drama’

Kristoffer Borgli’s The Drama opens with a deceptively simple question: how well can you ever really know the person you love? I found myself wrestling with that from the first act, mostly because Charlie—despite Robert Pattinson’s sharp, twitchy performance—remains a strangely opaque figure. He’s compelling to watch but difficult to understand, and at times downright frustrating. That slipperiness becomes part of the film’s texture, though not always in ways that feel intentional.

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The story begins with a meet‑cute that’s more clumsy than charming. Charlie spots Emma in a coffee shop, fakes having read her book, and stumbles through a conversation she can’t fully hear. It’s a flimsy foundation for a relationship, and Borgli seems aware of that; the cracks are already visible before the plot applies any pressure.

Once the film shifts into the week leading up to their extravagant wedding, the tone tightens. A casual dare among friends—confess the worst thing you’ve ever done—becomes the spark that blows the group’s equilibrium apart. Mike and Rachel offer up their own unsettling stories, but Emma’s admission is something else entirely, a revelation that instantly reshapes how everyone in the room sees her. From that moment on, the film becomes a study in spiralling perception: affection turning brittle, fear masquerading as morality, and judgment spreading through the group like a fever.

Zendaya anchors the film with a quiet, wounded performance that communicates more through posture and silence than dialogue. She plays Emma as someone who has spent years learning how to fold herself into the smallest possible shape, only to be thrust into the harshest possible light. Pattinson, meanwhile, gives Charlie a jittery, anxious energy that hints at depth the script never fully explores. That gap—between what the actor suggests and what the writing delivers—is part of why he feels so hard to pin down. Many viewers have echoed this: Charlie’s motivations shift, his reactions wobble, and his emotional arc never quite coheres. Some see that as a flaw; others see it as a portrait of a man who doesn’t know himself well enough to be understood by anyone else.

Borgli’s direction leans into disorientation. Abrupt sound cuts, jagged flashbacks, imagined scenarios bleeding into reality—these choices sometimes sharpen the film’s tension, and sometimes feel like noise. The satire, aimed at moral panic and performative outrage, lands unevenly. There are moments of real bite, but also stretches where the film seems to gesture at big ideas without fully committing to them.

Yet beneath all the provocation, the film keeps circling a quieter, more unsettling idea: can a relationship survive the parts of ourselves we bury just to keep it intact? The Drama suggests that even the person you plan to marry remains partly unknowable, a shifting landscape of past choices and private fears. By the time the story reaches its final stretch, nothing is neatly resolved. Instead, Charlie and Emma are left in a fragile new space—still tethered to each other, but stripped of the illusions that once made their love feel effortless. It’s not comforting, and it’s not meant to be.

What stayed with me wasn’t the twist everyone keeps whispering about, but the film’s insistence that intimacy is always a gamble. You never truly know the person standing across from you at the altar. You only know the version of them you’ve been allowed to see. And sometimes, as The Drama makes painfully clear, that’s enough to unravel everything—or to force you to decide whether love can survive the truth.

By Pat Harrington

Picture credit: By A24 – http://www.impawards.com/2026/drama_ver2.html, Fair use, https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?curid=81801916

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Culture Vulture (31 January – 6 February 2026)

A week of television like this reminds you how elastic the medium still is. Between mid‑century romance, post‑war metaphysics, modern satire and bruising documentary, the broadcasters have accidentally programmed a syllabus on how moving images shape moral imagination. What emerges isn’t a theme so much as a pattern: filmmakers wrestling with power, consequence and the fragile dignity of ordinary choice.

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Classic cinema here isn’t nostalgia but argument — Hepburn, Hiller and Harryhausen all insisting that lightness can carry weight. The contemporary work pushes in the opposite direction, stripping away comfort to expose systems, appetites and the stories institutions tell about themselves. Even the outliers — the anarchic, the pulpy, the unabashedly odd — earn their place by revealing what happens when restraint is abandoned.

Taken together, the week forms a kind of cultural weather report. Shifts in tone, pressure and temperature; sudden storms of feeling; long spells of clarity. It’s a reminder that television, at its best, doesn’t just fill time. It frames it. Selections and writing is by Pat Harrington.

Saturday 31 January 2026

Roman Holiday — Film4, 11.00am (1953)

Wyler’s Roman Holiday earns its reputation because it refuses to confuse lightness with triviality. What looks, at first glance, like a confection is actually a study in how people behave when briefly released from the roles that define—and confine—them. The film’s grace comes from its refusal to punish Ann for wanting air, or to reward Joe for wanting a story. Instead, it watches two people negotiate the limits of their own decency.

Hepburn’s princess is not rebelling against monarchy so much as against the deadening choreography of duty. The haircut, the gelato, the Vespa ride—none of these are framed as transgressions. They are small experiments in selfhood, the kind of choices most people take for granted. Wyler understands that the thrill is not in breaking rules but in discovering that one might choose differently, even if only for an afternoon. That’s why the film still feels modern: it treats autonomy as a quiet revelation rather than a manifesto.

Peck’s Joe, meanwhile, is a corrective to the usual Hollywood male lead. He is not a saviour, not a swaggering romantic, not even particularly noble at the outset. His arc is one of restraint—learning when not to act, when not to claim, when not to exploit. The film’s emotional intelligence lies in showing that his greatest gesture is the story he doesn’t write. In a lesser film, he would win the girl. In Wyler’s, he earns her respect, which is far more adult.

Rome itself becomes a kind of ethical terrain. Its piazzas and fountains are not postcard decoration but spaces where Ann tests the elasticity of her identity. Yet the city also reminds her—and us—that freedom borrowed must eventually be returned. The film never indulges the fantasy that she could simply stay. Instead, it honours the complexity of choosing duty after glimpsing another life. That choice, made with clear eyes, is what gives the ending its weight.

And then there is Hepburn’s final look: poised, bruised, and utterly truthful. It is the expression of someone who has grown in a single day without shedding the responsibilities that await her. No grand declarations, no melodrama—just a woman absorbing the cost of her own awakening. It remains one of cinema’s most mature romantic endings because it recognises that love, sometimes, is expressed through absence and memory rather than union.

Roman Holiday endures because it understands that adulthood is not the death of desire but the discipline of it. Wyler wraps that insight in charm, but he never hides the ache.

I Know Where I’m Going! — BBC Two, 11.05am (1945)

Powell and Pressburger’s I Know Where I’m Going! is one of those rare films that hides its sophistication behind a smile. It presents itself as a fable—windswept isles, ancient curses, stubborn heiresses—but what it’s really dissecting is the brittleness of certainty. Joan’s confidence is not arrogance so much as armour: a belief that life can be mastered through sheer clarity of intention. Hiller plays her with a flinty precision that makes the eventual unravelling feel earned rather than punitive.

What the film understands, and what gives it its quiet radicalism, is that the world has its own agency. The weather is not metaphor but character—an elemental veto on Joan’s plans. Chance encounters, local customs, and the sheer indifference of the sea all conspire to show her that intelligence is not the same as omnipotence. Powell and Pressburger treat this not as humiliation but as education. Joan is not broken; she is broadened.

The Scottish landscape becomes a philosophical tutor. Its beauty is rugged, its rhythms older than any human scheme. Against it, Joan’s determination looks both admirable and faintly absurd. The film’s generosity lies in allowing her to discover this herself. It never mocks her ambition; it simply places her in a world where ambition must coexist with humility.

Roger Livesey’s Torquil is the perfect counterweight—not a romantic conqueror but a man who has already made peace with uncertainty. His steadiness invites Joan to reconsider her own definitions of strength. Their connection grows not through grand gestures but through a series of small recognitions: that listening can be braver than insisting, that yielding can be a form of integrity.

By the time the film reaches its conclusion, the romance feels less like fate and more like a mutual decision to live with open hands rather than clenched fists. That’s why the compromise feels honourable: it isn’t capitulation but evolution. Powell and Pressburger craft a love story where the real triumph is not possession but perspective.

It remains one of cinema’s most quietly subversive romances because it trusts that adulthood is not about knowing where you’re going, but about being willing to revise the map.

A Matter of Life and Death — BBC Two, 12.40pm (1946) 🌟

Powell and Pressburger’s most audacious work imagines love as a legal defence against death itself. David Niven’s RAF pilot survives by mistake and must argue his right to live before a celestial court rendered in stark monochrome.

The contrast between Technicolor Earth and bureaucratic heaven is playful and philosophical. Love is not mystical escape but empirical proof, something observable, measurable and therefore defensible.

Emerging from wartime trauma, the film insists on imagination as moral necessity. Its emotional confidence remains astonishing.

Local Hero — Film4, 1.20pm (1983)

Forsyth’s Local Hero has only grown more resonant with time because it treats its premise—a corporate emissary descending on a coastal village—not as a battleground but as a gentle collision of worldviews. What begins as a straightforward acquisition trip becomes, almost imperceptibly, a study in how values are shaped by landscape, rhythm and belonging. The humour is feather‑light, but the film’s moral intelligence is anything but.

Mac, the oil executive, arrives fluent in the language of deals and deadlines, assuming that rural life is simply waiting to be priced correctly. What he finds instead is a community that recognises the utility of money without mistaking it for meaning. Forsyth never paints the villagers as innocents or holdouts from modernity; they’re perfectly willing to sell, but not at the cost of their own sense of proportion. Their calm, almost amused pragmatism becomes a mirror in which Mac sees the thinness of his own certainties.

The film’s refusal to polarise is its quiet triumph. Capitalism isn’t a villain so much as a system that forgets its own limits. Tradition isn’t a shrine but a lived texture. Even the prospect of industrial development is treated with curiosity rather than dread. Forsyth’s tone—wry, affectionate, observational—allows the contradictions to coexist without forcing a verdict.

And then there is the landscape, which functions as both seduction and rebuke. The wide skies, the tidal light, the sense of time moving at a human pace: these are not romantic clichés but the film’s argument. Mac’s gradual dislocation is not a punishment but an awakening. He discovers, almost against his will, that he has been living in a world too small for him, and that the village he came to purchase has quietly purchased him instead.

By the end, the ache is unmistakable. Mac returns to Houston with a longing he cannot articulate—a nostalgia for a place that offered him no promises, only presence. Forsyth captures this with extraordinary softness, trusting the audience to feel the loss without underlining it. Local Hero endures because it understands that home is not a transaction but a recognition, and that sometimes the richest thing a place can give you is the knowledge that you no longer belong anywhere else.

The Man Who Would Be King — BBC Two, 3.20pm (1975)Huston’s The Man Who Would Be King is one of those grand, old‑fashioned adventures that reveals its moral spine only after you’ve been seduced by its swagger. It opens with the intoxicating promise of empire—maps, mountains, treasure, two men convinced that audacity is a strategy—and then quietly dismantles the very mythology it deploys. Connery and Caine aren’t playing heroes so much as performers who have mistaken their own act for divine mandate.

What makes the film endure is its understanding that empire is always, at some level, a confidence trick. Danny and Peachy succeed not through military genius but through theatre: borrowed rituals, borrowed authority, borrowed divinity. Huston stages their ascent with such muscular assurance that you feel the pull of it, the way a story can become a structure, and a structure can become a trap. Connery’s drift into godhood is played with a kind of tragic exuberance—he believes because belief is the only thing holding the edifice together.

But the film’s grandeur is never uncritical. Every sweeping vista, every triumphant march, carries the faint echo of its own undoing. Huston knows that spectacle can be both seduction and indictment. The scale is thrilling precisely because it is built on sand. When the illusion falters, it does so with the inevitability of gravity: the people who once worshipped turn sceptical, the rituals lose their charge, and the empire collapses back into the dust from which it was conjured.

Caine’s Peachy, the survivor and witness, becomes the film’s conscience. His final, haunted narration reframes the entire adventure as a cautionary tale—ambition without humility, performance mistaken for truth, power built on borrowed myths. The film’s melancholy lands because it recognises that hubris is not a flaw of individuals alone but of systems that reward spectacle over substance.

Huston delivers an epic that dazzles even as it warns. The Man Who Would Be King understands that the most dangerous empires are the ones that believe their own stories, and the most sobering adventures are the ones that reveal the cost of believing them.

Cocaine Bear — Channel 4, 9.30pm (2023)

Elizabeth Banks’ film commits fully to its premise and little else. Inspired by a true story, it abandons plausibility early in favour of gore, chaos and darkly comic excess.

Characters are disposable, tone is gleefully unstable, and restraint is intentionally absent. The film’s success depends on its honesty about being ridiculous.

As midnight cinema, it functions as release rather than statement — anarchic, crude, and knowingly disposable.

Afire — BBC Four, 11.00pm (2023)

Christian Petzold’s Afire is a study in emotional combustion. Set during a heatwave as wildfires approach, it follows a blocked writer whose insecurity infects every interaction.

The threat remains mostly unseen, mirroring the character’s internal collapse. Silence, glances and withheld emotion generate tension more effectively than plot mechanics.

The film’s final movement reframes earlier cruelty as blindness. Afire burns quietly, but it leaves deep marks.

Just Mercy — BBC One, 11.50pm (2019)

Just Mercy follows lawyer Bryan Stevenson’s fight against racial injustice, focusing on process rather than spectacle. Michael B. Jordan plays restraint, while Jamie Foxx embodies quiet devastation.

The film’s power lies in accumulation. Small humiliations, delays and indifference expose a system designed to exhaust rather than correct.

It may be formally conventional, but its sincerity gives it weight. Justice here is labour, not abstraction.

Sunday 1 February 2026

Jason and the Argonauts — Film4, 2.50pm (1963)

Harryhausen’s Jason and the Argonauts endures because it treats myth not as solemn scripture but as a playground for ingenuity. Every creature, every set‑piece, carries the unmistakable signature of human hands solving problems with creativity rather than computing power. The stop‑motion isn’t a limitation; it’s the film’s pulse. Those skeletons—jerky, balletic, unnervingly purposeful—still feel more alive than many digital armies because you can sense the labour behind every frame.

The film’s structure embraces the logic of legend. Jason’s journey unfolds as a sequence of ordeals, each one less about domination than about proving worthiness. He doesn’t bulldoze his way through the world; he negotiates it, relying on allies, improvisation and the occasional nudge from the gods. That humility gives the adventure its shape. In myth, survival is rarely a solo achievement, and the film honours that truth.

What’s striking, revisiting it now, is how confidently it trusts craft over excess. The spectacle comes from invention—how to make a harpy swoop, how to give a bronze giant weight, how to choreograph a fight between flesh and bone. There’s a generosity in that approach, an invitation to marvel at the process as much as the result.

Jason and the Argonauts stands as a reminder that fantasy doesn’t need to overwhelm to enchant. Sometimes the most lasting magic is the kind built frame by painstaking frame, where imagination is the real special effect.

Men of Honour — GREAT! TV, 9.00pm (2000)

This biographical drama charts Carl Brashear’s rise against institutional racism. It wears its inspiration openly, favouring perseverance over complexity.

The film benefits from strong central performances and an understanding of bureaucracy as quiet resistance.

Its emotional payoff is earned through endurance rather than surprise.

Saltburn — BBC Two, 10.00pm (2023) 🌟

Fennell’s Saltburn operates like a mirror polished to a blinding sheen: the more immaculate the surface, the more grotesque the reflection. It’s a film that understands decadence as both lure and indictment, inviting the audience into its gilded corridors only to make them complicit in the rot. The satire works because it never pretends to offer moral footholds. Everyone is performing, everyone is consuming, and everyone is being consumed.

Oliver’s ascent through the Catton household is framed not as seduction but as anthropology—an outsider studying a tribe whose rituals are built on inherited immunity. Yet the film refuses to romanticise his perspective. He is as hungry as they are careless, and the collision of those appetites becomes the engine of the story. Desire here is not erotic but strategic; intimacy is a currency traded with ruthless precision.

Fennell shoots privilege as spectacle, but never as fantasy. The excess is glossy, yes, but it has the coldness of a showroom—objects arranged for admiration, not use. The performances echo that artificiality: heightened, brittle, deliberately unrooted. No one speaks plainly because sincerity would break the spell. The result is a world where manipulation isn’t aberration but grammar.

What unsettles is the film’s refusal to moralise. It doesn’t diagnose, redeem or even condemn. It simply presents a closed ecosystem of want and waste, trusting the audience to feel the chill beneath the glamour. By the end, the emptiness is the point: a hollow centre around which beauty, cruelty and ambition orbit without ever touching meaning.

Saltburn provokes because it withholds catharsis. It exposes the machinery of privilege and desire, then steps back, offering no lesson beyond the discomfort it leaves behind.

Monday 2 February 2026

Arabesque — Film4, 3.40pm (1966)

Stanley Donen’s Cold War thriller is playful rather than paranoid. Gregory Peck navigates espionage as puzzle, not dread.

The film treats danger as choreography, turning intrigue into entertainment.

It’s stylish, disposable and charming, a reminder of lighter genre confidence.

Nixon in the Den — PBS America, 7.40pm

This documentary examines Richard Nixon’s post-presidential exile, revealing insecurity beneath authority.

Rather than rehabilitation, it offers exposure: a portrait of power stripped of office.

The result is quietly unsettling.

Kissinger: The Necessity of Power (1 of 2) — PBS America, 8.50pm

The documentary’s opening chapter approaches Kissinger with a kind of clinical steadiness, stripping away both hagiography and outrage to examine the machinery that produced him. Rather than reheating familiar moral verdicts, it traces the intellectual scaffolding behind his worldview: a belief in order over idealism, stability over sentiment, and influence as something engineered rather than inherited. The film’s restraint is its sharpest tool. By refusing to editorialise, it forces the viewer to sit with the uncomfortable truth that realpolitik is not an aberration but a philosophy with its own internal logic.

What emerges is a portrait of power as something constructed through study, strategy and an almost dispassionate reading of global behaviour. Kissinger’s ascent is shown not as inevitability but as the result of deliberate positioning—an academic who understood that ideas become force when paired with access. The documentary lingers on the tension between theory and impact, highlighting how intellectual frameworks, once applied, generate consequences far beyond their authors’ control.

The effect is quietly unsettling. By focusing on calculation rather than caricature, the film invites a more adult engagement with the nature of statecraft. It doesn’t absolve; it contextualises. And in doing so, it suggests that the most consequential figures are rarely accidents of history—they are architects, and the structures they build cast long shadows.

Lover, Liar, Predator — BBC Two, 9.00pm

This true-crime documentary examines coercive control with clarity and restraint. It centres victims without sensationalism, focusing on patterns rather than shock. Uncomfortable but necessary viewing.

Chevalier — Film4, 10.55pm (2022)

Chevalier approaches Joseph Bologne’s story with the urgency of a reclamation project, but it refuses to treat him as a symbol first and a person second. What emerges is a portrait of a man whose brilliance is undeniable yet perpetually constrained by the architecture of a society that cannot accommodate him. The film’s energy comes from that tension: the exhilaration of watching a prodigy claim space, and the ache of watching the world shrink it again.

Kelvin Harrison Jr. plays Bologne with a precision that mirrors the character’s own discipline—every gesture sharpened by the knowledge that perfection is his only permissible defence. The film understands that in 18th‑century France, talent is not a passport but a provocation. His virtuosity unsettles because it exposes the fragility of hierarchies built on birth rather than merit. Music becomes both liberation and liability, a stage on which he dazzles and a reminder of the rooms he will never fully enter.

Race and class are not treated as thematic add‑ons but as the gravitational forces shaping every opportunity and every humiliation. The salons, the opera houses, the courtly intrigues—all glitter with possibility while quietly enforcing their boundaries. Bologne moves through these spaces with the confidence of someone who knows he belongs and the caution of someone who knows he will be told otherwise.

The tragedy is not that he lacks power, but that he is allowed to stand so close to it he can feel its heat without ever being permitted to hold it. That proximity becomes its own form of cruelty: the promise of recognition dangled, deferred, withdrawn. The film’s emotional force lies in showing how a life of extraordinary achievement can still be defined by the doors that remain closed.

Chevalier succeeds because it restores scale to a figure history diminished. It recognises that erasure is not just forgetting but the refusal to acknowledge what someone threatened simply by being exceptional.

Retreat — BBC Two, 11.55pm (2011)

Retreat is one of those compact thrillers that understands the power of confinement. By stripping the narrative down to three people on an isolated island, it turns every silence into suspicion and every shift in the weather into a threat. The film’s modest scale becomes its advantage: without spectacle to lean on, it relies on mood, tension and the slow erosion of trust.

Cillian Murphy and Thandiwe Newton play a couple already frayed at the edges, and the arrival of Jamie Bell’s stranger doesn’t so much disrupt their equilibrium as expose how fragile it always was. The film’s real engine is uncertainty—about the outside world, about the intruder’s story, about the couple’s own capacity to cope. That ambiguity keeps the audience in the same psychological space as the characters, scanning for clues, doubting every reassurance.

The landscape does much of the heavy lifting. The island feels less like a setting and more like a pressure chamber, its isolation tightening around the characters until paranoia becomes the only rational response. Director Carl Tibbetts uses the environment with a kind of austere precision: the empty horizon, the battered cottage, the relentless weather. Everything conspires to make the world feel both vast and claustrophobic.

What makes the film effective is its refusal to overreach. It doesn’t try to reinvent the genre or inflate its stakes. Instead, it commits to atmosphere, to the slow drip of dread, to the unsettling possibility that the threat may be real or imagined—or both. In its restraint, Retreat finds a sharper edge than many bigger, louder thrillers manage.

Modest, yes, but quietly gripping, and proof that paranoia, when handled with care, can be its own special effect.

Tuesday 3 February 2026

Kissinger: The Opportunist (2 of 2) — PBS America, 8.55pm

The second instalment approaches Kissinger not as an enigma to be decoded but as a ledger to be examined—one in which achievement and devastation sit side by side without ever balancing out. By shifting its focus from ascent to aftermath, the documentary forces a confrontation with the long tail of policy: the alliances forged, the conflicts prolonged, the doctrines that outlived their architect.

What gives this chapter its uneasy charge is the refusal to tidy the narrative. Admiration for strategic brilliance is presented alongside the human cost of those strategies, and the film resists the temptation to adjudicate between them. Instead, it lets the contradictions stand, allowing viewers to feel the discomfort of a legacy that cannot be reduced to either triumph or indictment.

The documentary’s most pointed insight is its recognition that history is not a courtroom. Consequences accumulate, interpretations shift, and reputations are revised rather than resolved. Kissinger emerges not as a figure who can be neatly praised or condemned, but as someone whose influence continues to ripple outward, complicating any attempt at closure.

In the end, the film suggests that the reckoning with power is always provisional. Legacies like Kissinger’s don’t conclude—they linger, contested, unfinished, and instructive precisely because they refuse to settle.

Sin City: The Real Las Vegas — BBC Three, 10.15pm

This documentary punctures the Vegas myth. Excess is reframed as economy, and glamour as labour. The result is sobering rather than salacious.

Our Kind of Traitor — Film4, 11.25pm (2016)

Our Kind of Traitor takes Le Carré’s moral fog and gives it a contemporary sheen without losing the unease that defines his world. What begins as a chance encounter on holiday becomes a slow, tightening snare in which ordinary people find themselves negotiating with forces far larger and far colder than they imagined. The film’s elegance lies in its refusal to inflate its protagonists into heroes; they remain civilians caught in a geopolitical undertow, trying to do the right thing while never quite knowing what that is.

Ewan McGregor and Naomie Harris play the couple with a kind of bruised decency, their domestic fractures making them more susceptible to Dima’s desperate charm. Stellan Skarsgård, meanwhile, gives the Russian defector a tragic heft—half showman, half doomed patriarch—whose plea for help is both manipulative and sincere. That ambiguity is the film’s oxygen. Every alliance feels provisional, every promise double‑edged.

The British intelligence apparatus is rendered with Le Carré’s characteristic chill: procedural, pragmatic, and entirely willing to sacrifice pawns for position. Damian Lewis’s MI6 officer embodies that tension—principled enough to act, compromised enough to know the cost. The thriller’s propulsion comes not from action but from the steady erosion of trust, the dawning realisation that in this ecosystem, innocence is not protection but liability.

By the time the story resolves, the title feels less like a question and more like a diagnosis. Betrayal is not an aberration but the currency of the realm, and even the well‑intentioned are drawn into its logic. Everyone pays, as you say—some with their lives, others with the knowledge of what they’ve enabled.

It’s a sleek, quietly bruising adaptation, and one that understands that in Le Carré’s universe, clarity is the first casualty.

Bones and All — BBC Three, 12.45am (2022)

Luca Guadagnino’s cannibal romance is tender and horrifying. Hunger becomes metaphor for connection. It’s a love story that refuses reassurance.

Wednesday 4 February 2026

Reform: Ready to Rule? — BBC Two, 9.00pm 🌟

Kuenssberg’s film approaches Reform UK not as a fixed political project but as a moving weather system—shifting pressures, sudden gusts, and a great deal of atmospheric noise. Rather than treating the party’s ambitions as a settled programme, it frames them as an expression of national restlessness, a response to a political climate where frustration often speaks louder than policy.

What the documentary grasps, and what gives it its charge, is that Reform’s appeal is as much emotional as ideological. The interviews, the rallies, the off‑camera asides all point to a politics built on affect: grievance, impatience, the desire for rupture. Kuenssberg doesn’t flatten this into caricature. She observes it, tests it, and lets its contradictions sit in the open.

The volatility is the story. Leadership confidence coexists with strategic uncertainty; bold claims are paired with hazy detail. The film resists the temptation to declare whether the party is “ready” in any conventional sense. Instead, it shows a movement trying to convert momentum into structure, mood into machinery.

By the end, what lingers is not a verdict but a texture. Reform UK emerges as a party defined less by its documents than by its atmosphere—a reminder that contemporary politics often runs on feeling long before it reaches the page.

Massacre in Vietnam: My Lai — PBS America, 9.00pm

Massacre in Vietnam: My Lai approaches one of the darkest chapters of the war with the gravity it demands, refusing the comfort of tidy narratives or easy villains. Instead of sensationalising, it reconstructs the atrocity through testimony, context and the slow, painful accumulation of detail. The restraint is deliberate: the horror speaks for itself, and the film’s task is to ensure it is neither diluted nor abstracted.

What stands out is the documentary’s refusal to collapse complexity into excuse. It traces the chain of command, the climate of fear, the corrosive logic of dehumanisation—yet it never lets these factors dissolve accountability. The soldiers’ voices are presented alongside those of survivors, creating a dialogue that is less about reconciliation than about confronting the full weight of what happened.

The film treats memory not as a historical archive but as an ethical obligation. My Lai is shown as an event that continues to reverberate, shaping how nations understand war, how institutions handle truth, and how individuals carry guilt or grief across decades. By holding space for nuance without surrendering moral clarity, the documentary honours the victims by insisting that remembrance must be active, uncomfortable and ongoing.

It’s sober, yes, but also quietly insistent: some histories demand to be faced, not filed away.

Till — BBC Two, 11.30pm (2022)

Till approaches its subject with a discipline that feels almost radical. Instead of recreating violence for the sake of impact, it builds its power through what it withholds. The film understands that the horror of Emmett Till’s murder does not need cinematic amplification; it needs clarity, context and the unwavering gaze of a mother who refuses to let the world look away.

Danielle Deadwyler’s performance anchors everything. Her Mamie Till-Mobley is not framed as a saint or symbol but as a woman navigating unbearable loss with precision and purpose. The restraint in her portrayal is what gives it its force. She channels grief into articulation, insisting that the truth be seen, named and carried. The film honours that transformation without romanticising it.

Director Chinonye Chukwu keeps the camera attuned to the emotional cost rather than the spectacle of brutality. The result is a work that treats racial terror not as an event but as a system—one that shapes every interaction, every silence, every institutional response. The courtroom scenes, the public scrutiny, the private moments of collapse: all are rendered with a steadiness that refuses to let the audience retreat into abstraction.

What lingers is the sense of grief as agency. Mamie’s insistence on bearing witness becomes a form of resistance, a moral force that reverberates far beyond the film’s final frame. Till is restrained, yes, but never muted. Its quietness is conviction, and its impact comes from the dignity it restores to a story too often reduced to shorthand.

Public Enemies — Film4, 12.40am (2009)

Mann’s Public Enemies takes the familiar architecture of the gangster film and strips it of nostalgia, replacing the sepia glow of myth with the hard, hyper‑present texture of digital photography. That choice is not aesthetic indulgence; it’s argument. By shooting the 1930s with the immediacy of reportage, Mann collapses the distance between past and present, showing how celebrity and criminality have always been intertwined, each feeding the other’s appetite for spectacle.

Johnny Depp’s Dillinger is less a folk hero than a man performing the idea of one—aware of the cameras, aware of the crowds, aware that notoriety is its own kind of currency. Mann refuses to romanticise him. The charm is real, but so is the void behind it. The film’s coolness—its glassy surfaces, its precision, its refusal of sentiment—becomes a way of exposing the moral vacancy at the centre of the legend. Crime here is not rebellion; it’s branding.

Christian Bale’s Purvis is the mirror image: a lawman who mistakes efficiency for virtue, pursuing order with the same performative intensity that Dillinger brings to outlawry. Mann positions them as parallel figures shaped by the same machinery of attention. The FBI’s rise is depicted not as the triumph of justice but as the birth of a new kind of institutional theatre, one that understands the power of narrative as keenly as any gangster.

What makes the film so quietly subversive is its insistence that style is not decoration but diagnosis. The digital sheen, the abrupt violence, the refusal to linger on emotional beats—all serve to strip away the romance that usually cushions stories like this. Mann shows a world where image outruns substance, where fame is indistinguishable from infamy, and where the chase is more compelling than the cause.

Public Enemies is sleek, yes, but its sleekness cuts. It’s a gangster film that interrogates the very myths it inherits, revealing how easily charisma becomes camouflage and how eagerly a culture will embrace spectacle even when it leads nowhere.

Thursday 5 February 2026

Reservoir Dogs — ITV4, 10.55pm (1992)


Tarantino’s debut remains ferociously confident, a film that still feels like a manifesto. Dialogue becomes weapon: jagged, swaggering, and far more dangerous than anything shown on screen. The violence is mostly implication rather than spectacle, which only sharpens the tension. Three decades on, the warehouse standoff still crackles with the thrill of a filmmaker announcing himself at full volume.

I Am Not OK — BBC Two, 9pm


A quietly devastating documentary following mothers navigating the daily realities of raising autistic sons. It resists sensationalism, instead offering a grounded, humane portrait of care, exhaustion, advocacy, and love. The film’s strength lies in its intimacy: small domestic moments that reveal the structural gaps families are forced to bridge alone. Essential viewing for anyone interested in the lived experience behind policy debates.

Friday 6 February 2026

Bohemian Rhapsody — Film4, 9.00pm (2018)

Bohemian Rhapsody is the kind of biopic that succeeds in spite of its own caution. The film follows the familiar rise‑fall‑rise arc with almost dutiful obedience, sanding down the messier contours of Freddie Mercury’s life in favour of a cleaner, more digestible narrative. Yet within that conventional frame, Rami Malek delivers a performance so precise and so alive that it keeps breaking through the film’s limitations, reminding you of the volatility and vulnerability the script often sidesteps.

The structure does Mercury few favours. Conflicts resolve neatly, relationships are simplified, and the band’s creative tensions are arranged like stepping stones rather than fault lines. Complexity is flattened into clarity, and clarity into myth. But the film compensates by leaning into spectacle—concerts rendered with operatic scale, music treated as emotional shorthand, Live Aid staged as a kind of cinematic absolution. It’s unsubtle, but undeniably effective.

What lingers is the sense of a film torn between reverence and revelation. It chooses reverence, and the result is polished, accessible, and dramatically safe. But Malek’s performance keeps pushing at the edges, hinting at the richer, stranger story beneath the gloss. In the end, spectacle wins—but it wins because the music still does.

Silver Haze — BBC Two, 11.00pm (2023)

Silver Haze unfolds with the kind of emotional precision that refuses spectacle. Instead of amplifying trauma for dramatic effect, it sits with it—patiently, attentively—allowing the characters’ wounds to surface in gestures, silences and the fragile attempts at connection that follow catastrophe. The film’s intimacy is its integrity. It understands that pain is not a narrative device but a lived condition, shaped by class, family history and the uneasy space where desire meets self‑protection.

Vicky Knight’s performance is the anchor: raw without exhibitionism, guarded yet luminous. She carries the story with a physicality that makes every moment of vulnerability feel hard‑won. The film’s queer identity is not framed as revelation or crisis but as part of the emotional architecture—another layer of longing, another site where tenderness and fear coexist.

Director Sacha Polak keeps the camera close, but never predatory. The result is a portrait of trauma that honours complexity rather than mining it. Relationships fracture and reform, not for plot mechanics but because healing is uneven, often circular. The film’s quiet devastation comes from its refusal to impose catharsis. It recognises that some injuries don’t resolve; they reshape.

Silver Haze lingers because it treats survival not as triumph but as continuation—messy, tentative, and deeply human.

Benedetta — Film4, 11.45pm (2021)

Paul Verhoeven’s provocation explores faith, power and sexuality. Nothing is sacred, everything is political. It ends the week on a note of glorious discomfort.

Culture Vulture — Streaming Picks

The Lincoln Lawyer (Season 4) — Netflix, from Thursday 5 February

Mickey Haller returns to a world where success feels increasingly precarious. The show’s trademark Californian ease remains, but the moral temperature has risen: charm no longer guarantees absolution, and every victory carries a cost.
Season four leans into the tension between principle and pragmatism, asking what justice looks like when the system rewards those who bend rather than break. Confident, polished television that knows exactly how to keep its audience leaning forward.


Salvador — Netflix, all eight episodes from Friday 6 February

This Spanish thriller roots its unease in the resurgence of a neo‑Nazi network, treating extremism not as shock tactic but as a lived, organised threat. Salvador’s reappearance after years away destabilises a community already fraying at the edges.
The series is less concerned with twists than with the slow corrosion of radicalisation — how ideology seeps into families, institutions and loyalties long before violence erupts. Unsettling, tightly controlled drama that refuses to sensationalise what it can instead expose.


Arctic Circle (Series 4) — Walter Presents / Channel 4 Streaming, from Friday 6 February

The Finnish crime saga returns with its signature blend of icy landscapes and moral pressure. Series four pushes its characters deeper into the grey zones where duty, fear and loyalty collide.
Violence is rarely spectacle here; the cold is never just weather. The environment becomes a crucible, forcing choices that feel both inevitable and devastating. A thriller that trusts intelligence over noise, and earns its tension through atmosphere rather than excess.


The Nevers — ITVX, all 12 episodes from Sunday 1 February

This Victorian fantasy arrives in full, its world of “touched” women rendered with operatic ambition. Power here is both liberation and burden, and the series thrives on that contradiction.
Across twelve episodes, the show shifts shape — part conspiracy, part character study, part mythmaking — but its emotional core holds steady: extraordinary abilities don’t free people from society’s constraints; they illuminate them.
A flawed, fascinating epic that rewards attention and embraces scale without losing intimacy.


And On the Big Screen

Wuthering Heights — in UK cinemas from 13 February 2026

Emerald Fennell turns to Emily Brontë and finds, unsurprisingly, something feral. This new Wuthering Heights leans hard into obsession, class resentment and emotional extremity, treating the moors less as scenery than as a psychological weather system. Passion here isn’t romantic balm but corrosive force, grinding everyone it touches.

Fennell’s approach strips away heritage cosiness. The film pulses with physicality and menace, suggesting a world where love and cruelty are inseparable. This is not a story about yearning glances across hills, but about possession, rage and the refusal to be contained by social order.

Arriving just before Valentine’s Day, it feels almost provocatively timed. This Wuthering Heights doesn’t offer comfort — it offers intensity, and dares the audience to endure it.

Hamnet — in UK cinemas from 9 January 2026

Chloé Zhao’s Hamnet is an exercise in restraint and emotional precision. Rather than mythologising Shakespeare, it circles the quiet devastation of losing a child, allowing grief to ripple outward into marriage, memory and art. It’s a film that understands absence as a presence.

The performances are deeply internal, built from gestures rather than declarations. Zhao’s camera observes rather than intrudes, trusting the audience to sit with silence and unfinished feeling. There is no rush toward catharsis, only a slow, humane reckoning.

Hamnet feels less like literary adaptation than emotional archaeology. It uncovers the human cost behind genius, and in doing so becomes one of the year’s most quietly affecting films.

The History of Sound — in cinemas from 23 January 2026

This intimate drama traces a lifelong bond forged through music, memory and shared listening. Set across decades, The History of Sound uses folk song as emotional infrastructure, carrying longing, loss and connection across time.

The film’s great strength is its refusal to overstate. Relationships deepen through repetition and rhythm rather than plot mechanics, and sound itself becomes a narrative force. Music isn’t performance here — it’s communion.

There’s a melancholy confidence to the film, a sense that it trusts audiences to lean in. It’s reflective cinema, patient and resonant, rewarding attention rather than demanding it.

H Is for Hawk — now in UK cinemas

Adapted from Helen Macdonald’s memoir, H Is for Hawk explores grief not through therapy or confession, but through discipline and obsession. Training a goshawk becomes a way of surviving loss, replacing language with ritual and focus.

The film resists easy metaphor, instead allowing the hawk to remain both symbol and animal — beautiful, dangerous, and indifferent. Nature offers no consolation here, only intensity and presence.

This is inward-looking cinema, emotionally rigorous and deliberately unshowy. It asks the audience to slow down and inhabit a mind shaped by sorrow rather than resolution.

Is This Thing On? — in UK cinemas, early 2026

A lightly comic but emotionally alert film, Is This Thing On? plays with performance, self-awareness and the anxiety of being perceived. Its humour masks a deeper unease about communication in a culture obsessed with visibility.

The film’s charm lies in its looseness. Scenes breathe, conversations wander, and meaning accumulates rather than arrives on cue. It’s interested less in punchlines than in the awkward spaces between them.

This is the kind of film that thrives on word-of-mouth — modest, thoughtful, and quietly attuned to the rhythms of contemporary life.

No Other Choice — now playing in selected cinemas

This understated drama centres on moral pressure and the illusion of agency. Its characters are pushed into decisions framed as inevitable, raising uncomfortable questions about responsibility and consent.

The film avoids melodrama, opting instead for accumulation. Each compromise narrows the path ahead, until choice itself feels theoretical rather than real.

No Other Choice doesn’t announce its significance loudly, but it lingers. It’s reflective, unsettling cinema that trusts the audience to sit with ambiguity.

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No Other Choice: The Cost of Masculinity and Success

Man‑su, a once‑celebrated employee at Solar Paper, sees his comfortable life collapse after an American buyout triggers mass layoffs. As months of failed job applications erode his family’s stability, he becomes convinced that the only way to reclaim his former status is to eliminate the rivals standing between him and the few remaining industry jobs. Park Chan‑wook adapts Donald Westlake’s The Ax into a Korean satire of capitalism, blending slapstick menace with moral unease as Man‑su’s quest for security turns into a chilling, darkly humorous descent.

No Other Choice is a film that grips precisely because it refuses to reassure. From the outset it announces itself as something carefully made and intellectually controlled, but also deliberately amoral. It doesn’t guide the viewer toward judgement so much as leave them alone with the consequences of what they’re watching. That tension — between technical assurance and ethical unease — is what gives the film its bite.

Park Chan-wook frames the story as a dark comedy, and the balance is impressively judged. The humour is subtle rather than showy, threaded through situations that are already tense rather than imposed from above. Violence, when it comes, doesn’t feel gratuitous or out of place. Instead, it sits naturally within the logic of the film’s world, as though brutality were simply another available tool once social and economic pressure have narrowed the field of options. The laughs catch in the throat because they’re never far from recognition.

What gives the film its real resonance, though, is its treatment of work, masculinity and expectation. This isn’t satire floating above reality; it feels grounded in contemporary pressure, particularly the strain placed on men to perform stability, success and provision even as the structures that once supported those roles erode. The film understands that we like to tell ourselves we’ve progressed beyond rigid expectations, while continuing to enforce them in quieter, more insidious ways. Choice, here, is largely illusory — shaped and constrained by systems that punish failure mercilessly.

Lee Byung-hun’s performance anchors all of this. What stays with you is not rage or theatrical menace, but desperation: the sense of a man being steadily compressed by forces he can neither confront nor escape. His physicality communicates exhaustion and panic long before the plot demands it, and the dark comedy works because it is rooted in that pressure rather than played for release. You’re not invited to admire him, but you’re made to understand him.

The ending is where No Other Choice fully commits to its amorality. There is no reckoning, no moral correction. Against cinematic convention, the protagonist gets what he wants, and what’s more disturbing, that outcome is quietly accepted — even colluded in — by those closest to him. The film’s final sting lies in its observation that capitalism and technology, which initially displace him, are ultimately absorbed into his survival strategy. He compromises with the very systems that harmed him, and the film suggests this is not hypocrisy but adaptation. It’s an ending that lingers because it feels uncomfortably plausible, leaving the viewer not with outrage, but with recognition.

Reviewed by Pat Harrington

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Prestige vs. Purpose at the Oscars 2026

The 98th Academy Awards arrive on 15 March, and the nominations reveal an industry wrestling with itself — torn between genuine artistic ambition and the gravitational pull of familiar, self‑satisfied prestige. Some films earned their place through craft and conviction. Others coasted in on baseless reputation alone.

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There are years when the Oscars feel like a coronation, and years when they feel like a referendum. This year is the latter. The nominations read less like a celebration of cinema and more like a ledger of the industry’s anxieties: its hunger for relevance, its fear of risk, its reflexive deference to certain names and certain kinds of noise. And yet, buried within the usual awards‑season self‑regard, there are flashes of genuine artistic courage — films that remind you why the medium still matters.

At the centre of this tension sits Sinners, the year’s juggernaut with a record‑breaking sixteen nominations. It is the rare frontrunner that actually deserves its dominance. Ryan Coogler’s film is furious, muscular, and morally alive — a work that refuses to flatter its audience or sand down its edges. In a year defined by self‑congratulation, Sinners feels like a rebuke: a reminder that cinema can still be dangerous, still be political, still be art. Its success is heartening precisely because it wasn’t engineered for awards; it earned them.

The same cannot be said for One Battle After Another, a film so enamoured with its own cleverness it forgets to be anything else. Its thirteen nominations feel less like recognition and more like muscle memory — the Academy rewarding a certain kind of prestige object simply because it knows how to recognise one. It is a film that mistakes volume for depth, swagger for insight, and self‑importance for substance. That it has become an awards‑season darling tells you as much about the Academy as it does about the film itself.

Somewhere between these poles sits Marty Supreme, a nine‑time nominee and the year’s most unsettling character study. Josh Safdie’s film is a portrait of ambition as erosion — a man so convinced of his own exceptionalism that he hollows out everyone around him. Timothée Chalamet’s performance is a live wire, all momentum and self‑mythology, refusing to soften the character’s edges. It is the kind of nomination that feels earned, not inevitable.

The rest of the Best Picture slate — Frankenstein, Sentimental Value, Bugonia, Hamnet, The Secret Agent, Train Dreams — forms a constellation of the year’s preoccupations: grief, reinvention, political fracture, the search for meaning in a world that keeps shifting underfoot. Some of these films are muscular, some mannered, some quietly forgettable. Together, they map the contours of a film culture trying to decide what it wants to be.

The acting categories reveal similar tensions. Chalamet’s nomination is one of the few that feels genuinely necessary; Michael B. Jordan’s work in Sinners is another. But elsewhere, the Academy falls back on familiar instincts. Leonardo DiCaprio’s nomination for One Battle After Another is predictable in the way weather is predictable: a system too large and too habitual to resist its own patterns. The Best Actress field, by contrast, feels alive — Jessie Buckley and Renate Reinsve anchoring it with performances that understand the power of restraint, of emotional intelligence, of tonal precision.

Even the new Best Casting category tells a story. That Sinners, Marty Supreme, and The Secret Agent dominate here is no accident; these are films built from ensembles that feel lived‑in rather than assembled, worlds populated rather than decorated. It is a long‑overdue recognition of a craft that shapes the emotional architecture of a film more than any technical category ever could.

And then there is Documentary Feature, the category where the Academy traditionally performs its conscience. This year’s nominees — The Alabama Solution, Come See Me in the Good Light, Cutting Through Rocks, Mr. Nobody Against Putin, The Perfect Neighbor — form a chorus of political urgency. They are films about systems under strain and individuals pushed to the margins: the American justice system, authoritarian pressure, surveillance culture, the fragility of dissent. It is the most overtly political slate of the year, and perhaps the most honest.

What emerges from all this is a portrait of an industry in flux. The Oscars have always been a mirror — sometimes flattering, sometimes unkind — but this year the reflection is unusually stark. Hollywood wants to reward ambition, but it also wants to feel safe. It wants to champion new voices, but it cannot quite let go of the old ones. It wants to be relevant, but it cannot stop congratulating itself.

And yet, despite all this, there is something undeniably compelling about the contradictions. Sinners and Marty Supreme show what happens when filmmakers trust their audience and take risks. One Battle After Another shows what happens when the Academy mistakes noise for depth. The rest of the field reveals a year in which cinema stretched, stumbled, and occasionally soared.

Whatever happens on 15 March, the nominations alone tell us everything we need to know about where Hollywood is — and where it still refuses to go.

By Pat Harrington

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Review: Marty Supreme— Ambition as Erosion

Some films announce their intentions loudly; others creep up on you, revealing their true shape only once the credits roll. Marty Supreme belongs to the latter category — a watchable, energetic character study that holds your attention through sheer force of personality, only to falter at the final hurdle. What begins as a sharp, unsettling portrait of obsession ends with an abrupt swerve that undermines the psychological logic the film has spent two hours constructing. It’s a shame, because until that point the film is doing something genuinely interesting: presenting a man who believes himself exceptional while quietly hollowing out everyone around him.

The film follows Marty Mauser (Timothée Chalamet), a hustler with delusions of entrepreneurial grandeur, as he claws his way through a series of self‑made schemes, humiliations, and half‑truths. He’s a man who believes destiny has singled him out, even as he leaves a trail of damaged relationships behind him. Early on, he declares, “I have a purpose. You don’t. And if you think that’s some kind of blessing, it’s not.” It’s a line that crystallises the film’s thesis: Marty’s belief in his own exceptionalism is both his engine and his undoing.

Marty is not a kind person, and the film never pretends otherwise. His confidence — or more accurately, his overconfidence — is the engine of the story. He moves through the world with a sense of entitlement so total it becomes its own form of charisma. You watch him not because you admire him, but because you can’t quite look away. He treats people as instruments, stepping stones, or obstacles, and the film’s refusal to judge him directly is part of its unsettling power. It simply presents him, unvarnished, and leaves the moral reckoning to the viewer.

That neutrality is what makes the moments of sympathy land so sharply. When Marty is sabotaged by his own family, the betrayal stings. When he is humiliated by the swaggering businessman Milton (Kevin O’Leary) in the now‑infamous public spanking scene, you feel the sting of degradation even as you recognise how much of it is self‑inflicted. It’s a moment so bizarre it borders on the surreal, yet it fits the film’s portrait of a man willing to debase himself if it gets him one inch closer to the success he believes he deserves.

And then there are the people caught in his orbit. His taxi‑driver friend Wally (Tyler Okonma) offers loyalty without receiving much in return. His pregnant girlfriend Rachel (Odessa A’zion) inspires a complicated sympathy — she has her own manipulations, her own survival instincts, but she is also swept up in the gravitational pull of Marty’s self‑mythologising. Meanwhile Kay Stone (Gwyneth Paltrow), the actress he sleeps with, is drawn in by his intensity only to be discarded when she no longer serves the narrative he’s writing for himself. These characters are flattened, yes, but not because the writing is thin. They are flattened because Marty flattens them. The film shows us the world as he sees it: a landscape of utility.

There is real energy in the filmmaking. Scenes move with a restless momentum that mirrors Marty’s own compulsive drive. The camera seems to chase him, as if trying to keep up with a man who refuses to slow down long enough to examine himself. The pacing, the performances, the tonal confidence — all of it works to create a portrait of ambition as a kind of erosion. Marty’s obsession doesn’t just consume him; it wears down the people around him, leaving them diminished, exhausted, or quietly broken.

And then comes the ending. It’s not simply that it doesn’t land — it actively contradicts the character the film has spent so long establishing. The shift is abrupt, unearned, and tonally discordant, as if the film suddenly decided it wanted to be about redemption or revelation without doing the work to get there. It’s a narrative rupture that pulls the rug out from under everything that came before, and it’s hard not to feel a sense of disappointment at the missed opportunity.

Yet despite that misstep, Marty Supreme lingers. It made me think about obsession — not the glamorous, aspirational kind that populates motivational posters, but the corrosive version that narrows a person’s world until only the goal remains. It made me think about the collateral damage of ambition, the people who get pulled into someone else’s gravitational field and find themselves bent out of shape by it. And it made me think about how easily confidence can tip into delusion when no one is willing, or able, to hold a mirror up to the person demanding to be seen.

Marty Supreme is flawed, but it’s not forgettable. It provokes, frustrates, and occasionally moves, even as it stumbles at the finish line. In its best moments, it captures something true about the way obsession distorts a life — not through grand tragedy, but through the slow, steady erosion of everyone who gets too close.

Reviewed by Pat Harrington

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Culture Vulture: Saturday 13 – Friday 19 December 2025

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This is a week that quietly rewards attention. Beneath the seasonal noise, the schedules offer a rich braid of post-war British cinema, American noir, European melancholy, pop-cultural memory and the long afterlife of myth — cinematic, musical and televisual. There’s a strong sense of looking back, but not nostalgically: instead, these programmes ask what endurance looks like, whether in communities, relationships, art forms or identities under pressure.

Three selections stand out. 🌟 Paris, 13th District brings contemporary intimacy and alienation into sharp monochrome focus. 🌟 Good Luck to You, Leo Grande proves how radical honesty can be when given space and respect. And 🌟 Strangers on a Train reminds us that cinema’s most elegant thrills often come from moral unease rather than spectacle.

What follows is a week that moves fluidly between eras and registers — from Ealing comedy to Bowie on tour, from The War Between Land and Sea’s mythic politics to Lucy Worsley’s festive archaeology — all bound by a fascination with how people behave when the structures around them start to fracture. Selections and reviews are by Pat Harrington.


Saturday 13 December 2025

Paris, 13th District (2021)
BBC Two, 12:45 AM 🌟
Jacques Audiard’s return to intimate, character-led storytelling is cool, lucid and quietly devastating. Shot in luminous black-and-white, the film captures a generation suspended between connection and detachment, where bodies meet more easily than lives. What might sound like a series of romantic encounters slowly reveals itself as a study of loneliness shaped by modern precarity — housing, work, image, desire all pressing in from the margins.

Audiard resists melodrama, letting silences do the work. The performances feel lived-in rather than performed, particularly as the film allows its characters to be contradictory without judgement. This is a portrait of urban life stripped of glamour but not tenderness, and it lingers because it never overstates its case.


Dead of Night (1945)
Film4, 1:55 AM
Few British films have aged as eerily well as this portmanteau classic. Its framing device — a man haunted by recurring dreams — opens into a series of stories that explore fear not as shock, but as inevitability. The famous ventriloquist segment still disturbs precisely because it understands repression and denial as horror engines.

What makes Dead of Night endure is its restraint. The supernatural is suggested rather than explained, and the film trusts the audience to feel unease without instruction. In the shadow of war, it captures a national psyche unsure whether the nightmare is truly over.


Whisky Galore! (2016)
BBC Two, 6:30 PM
This modern retelling of the Ealing classic is gentler and less subversive than its predecessor, but it retains the story’s essential charm: a community outwitting authority in the name of shared pleasure. It’s a film about solidarity disguised as comedy, where rules bend under the weight of human need.

What it lacks in bite, it makes up for in warmth. The island setting remains a character in itself, and the humour works best when it allows quiet absurdity to surface naturally rather than pushing for laughs.


David Bowie: A Reality Tour
Sky Arts, 7:40 PM
Captured during Bowie’s early-2000s renaissance, this concert film shows an artist at ease with his legacy but unwilling to be defined by it. There’s joy here, but also curiosity — a sense that Bowie was always moving forward, even when revisiting the past.

What stands out is the emotional range: the ease with which spectacle gives way to intimacy. This is Bowie as craftsman rather than icon, still interrogating what performance means late into a remarkable career.


The Batman (2022)
ITV1, 10:25 PM
Matt Reeves’ The Batman strips the superhero genre back to its noir foundations. This is not a power fantasy but a mood piece — rain-soaked, morally ambiguous, and obsessed with systems that fail the people they claim to protect. Robert Pattinson’s Batman is raw and unfinished, more vigilante than saviour.

The film’s length allows Gotham to feel like a lived-in ecosystem rather than a backdrop. It’s a crime story first, a comic-book adaptation second, and it succeeds because it understands corruption as cultural, not individual.


Chic & Nile Rodgers: Live at Jazz Vienna
Sky Arts, 10:50 PM
Rodgers remains one of pop’s great architects, and this performance is a reminder of how deeply his work is woven into modern music. The set is immaculate, but never sterile — groove as communal experience rather than nostalgia.

What elevates it is Rodgers’ generosity as a performer. This is music designed to be shared, its sophistication disguised as pleasure.


Sunday 14 December 2025

Local Hero (1983)
Film4, 1:30 PM
Bill Forsyth’s gentle classic remains one of British cinema’s most humane achievements. It’s a film about money, landscape and belonging, but its real subject is listening — to people, to place, to oneself.

The humour is soft, the emotions quieter still, and that’s precisely why it endures. Local Hero understands that progress doesn’t always mean improvement, and that some losses can’t be quantified.


The War Between the Land and the Sea– “The Deep”
BBC One, 8:30 PM
Episode 3 of 5,
This mid-series chapter leans into atmosphere and moral tension rather than spectacle. Isolation becomes political here, with the episode using its setting to explore power, sacrifice and the limits of negotiation.


Good Luck to You, Leo Grande (2022)
Film4, 9:00 PM 🌟
This is a film about sex that is really about self-knowledge. Emma Thompson delivers one of her most fearless performances as a woman confronting a lifetime of shame, politeness and deferred desire. The script is sharp without cruelty, compassionate without condescension.

The single-room setting becomes an arena for emotional excavation. What emerges is not liberation as fantasy, but honesty as practice — awkward, funny, painful and deeply human.


Donnie Brasco (1997)
Legend, 9:00 PM
Mike Newell’s undercover gangster drama remains one of the genre’s most psychologically convincing. Johnny Depp plays infiltration as erosion, while Al Pacino gives a heartbreaking performance as a man who mistakes loyalty for love.

The film’s power lies in its sadness. This is organised crime not as glamour but as terminal stagnation, where identity dissolves under the weight of performance.


Crazy Rich Asians (2018)
BBC Two, 10:35 PM
Often dismissed as glossy escapism, this romantic comedy is sharper than it first appears. Beneath the luxury lies a serious examination of class, diaspora and obligation, especially in the way it frames family as both anchor and constraint.

Its cultural significance shouldn’t be underestimated, but its emotional intelligence is what gives it staying power.


Minari (2020)
Film4, 1:15 AM
A quiet, autobiographical film that treats migration as process rather than event. Minari resists triumphal narratives, focusing instead on fragility, disappointment and stubborn hope.

The film’s tenderness is its strength. It understands that belonging is built slowly, often unevenly, and never without cost.


The Big Snow of ’47
5Select, 10:30 PM
A reminder of how quickly modern life collapses when infrastructure fails. This documentary captures resilience without romanticising hardship, showing how communities adapt when systems freeze.


Monday 15 December 2025

Richard III (1955)
BBC Two, 2:40 PM
Laurence Olivier’s stylised adaptation is theatrical by design, embracing artifice as a form of truth. The film’s bold visuals and heightened performances foreground power as performance — charisma weaponised.

While later versions emphasise realism, this remains a masterclass in control and clarity.


Civilizations: Rise and Fall – Japan
BBC Two, 9:00 PM
Episode 4 of 4
A fitting conclusion to a series that treats history as movement rather than monument. Japan’s story is framed through cycles of openness and withdrawal, innovation and restraint.

The episode resists simplification, allowing contradiction to stand — a strength often missing from popular history television.


Tuesday 16 December 2025

Laura (1944)
BBC Two, 3:50 PM
Otto Preminger’s noir classic is as much about obsession as investigation. The camera glides, the dialogue snaps, and Gene Tierney’s presence haunts even in absence.

Few films understand desire as something constructed rather than felt. Laura remains hypnotic precisely because it never resolves that tension.


James May’s Shedload of Ideas
Quest, 9:00 PM
May’s appeal lies in his seriousness about triviality. The programme celebrates curiosity without spectacle, reminding us that invention often begins with play. This episode looks at sound-proofing a room.


Wednesday 17 December 2025

Funeral in Berlin (1966)
BBC Two, 3:15 PM
Cold War cinema rarely felt as domesticated and as dangerous as Funeral in Berlin. The film treats espionage not as a parade of tuxedos and car chases but as a ledger: names, memos, phone calls, the quiet transfer of dossiers. Michael Caine’s Harry Palmer moves through that ledger with a kind of weary arithmetic — alert, bored, and always calculating the cost of a single truth.

Berlin itself is a city of margins and checkpoints, a place where geography enforces suspicion and architecture keeps secrets. The camera lingers on banal interiors and bureaucratic rituals, and those small, ordinary details become the film’s real currency. The result is a mood that feels less like spectacle and more like a slow, inevitable tightening.

Palmer is not glamorous; he is practical, sardonic and stubbornly human. Caine gives him a face that registers irritation before heroics, a man who understands that survival often depends on paperwork as much as on courage. He reads the room and then reads the fine print, and that combination makes him quietly formidable. In a genre that usually rewards myth, Palmer’s ordinariness is the film’s moral engine.

Think less of cloak-and-dagger theatrics and more of a chessboard where pawns are memos and bishops are briefings. Moves are made in offices, over cups of bad coffee, in the exchange of coded phrases that sound like small talk. Loyalty is transactional; allegiances shift with the arrival of a new file. The film’s tension comes from the knowledge that a single misplaced signature can topple careers and lives.

Information in Funeral in Berlin functions like money: it buys safety, leverage and betrayal. Characters trade confidences the way merchants trade goods, always calculating margins and risk. The moral landscape is deliberately muddy — there are no clean victories, only compromises that look like necessities. That ambiguity is the film’s clearest statement: in a world run by intelligence, ethics are negotiable.

It’s espionage without glamour, and all the better for it. The film asks us to admire craft over charisma, patience over bravado, and to notice how power often hides in the most administrative of acts. Michael Caine’s Palmer doesn’t save the day with a flourish; he survives it with a ledger and a look, and that, in this cold, bureaucratic chess game, is victory enough.


Mozart’s Sister
Sky Arts, 9:00 PM
A necessary corrective to genius mythology, restoring Maria Anna Mozart to the story not as footnote but as artist. The programme interrogates how talent is recognised — or erased — by structures of gender and inheritance.


Travel Man: 96 Hours in Rio
Channel 4, 11:05 PM
Ayoade’s dry detachment works best when paired with cities of excess. Rio’s contradictions — beauty, inequality, performance — provide ample material.


Thursday 18 December 2025

Mrs. Harris Goes to Paris (2022)
Film4, 9:00 PM
Mrs. Harris Goes to Paris arrives like a small, insistent kindness: unshowy at first, then quietly impossible to forget. On the surface it trades in the pleasures of costume and color, in the tactile joy of fabric and the ritual of fittings, but those pleasures are never mere ornament. They are the language the film uses to talk about worth — who is allowed to be seen, who is taught to shrink, and what it takes to insist on a place at the table.

The film’s lightness is deliberate; it disarms you so that its sharper questions can slip in unnoticed. Dignity here is not a headline moment but a series of small refusals: to accept a diminished role, to let someone else define your limits, to believe that aspiration is a private indulgence rather than a public claim. Those refusals accumulate until they become a kind of moral architecture, and the couture that frames them is less about fashion than about recognition — the recognition that a life, however ordinary, deserves to be dressed with care.

There’s a tenderness to the way the story treats its characters. They are not caricatures of longing but people who have learned to measure their desires against what the world will tolerate. The film rewards patience: gestures of generosity, the slow unpeeling of embarrassment, the awkwardness of hope. When aspiration finally meets opportunity, it feels earned rather than miraculous, and that earned quality is what gives the film its emotional weight.

Beneath the sequins and silk, the film asks a political question in the softest possible voice: who gets to dream? It’s a question about class and visibility, about the small economies that decide which ambitions are respectable and which are frivolous. By staging its answer in the language of couture, the film insists that beauty and aspiration are not frivolities to be hoarded by the privileged; they are forms of recognition that restore a person’s claim on the world.

The movie’s pleasures are modest but precise: a well-timed joke, a look that lingers, a seam that finally sits right. Those details matter because they are the proof that care can be taught and received. The film doesn’t pretend that transformation is easy or total; it knows that dignity is often a matter of incremental repair rather than sudden revelation. That realism keeps the sentiment from tipping into mawkishness and makes the final moments feel like a quiet, hard-won justice.

In the end, Mrs. Harris Goes to Paris is less a fairy tale than a civics lesson in empathy. It asks us to notice who we allow to aspire and to consider how small acts of recognition — a compliment, a commission, a seat at a table — can change the shape of a life. It’s a deceptively light film because it trusts gentleness to do the heavy lifting: to make dignity visible, and to remind us that aspiration, when taken seriously, is a public good.


Zola (2020)
Channel 4, 1:40 AM
Zola arrives like a live wire: loud, jagged and impossible to ignore. The film takes the fevered energy of a viral Twitter thread and refuses to domesticate it, translating the platform’s breathless immediacy into cinema that feels raw at the edges. That rawness is not a flaw but a method — the movie insists on discomfort because the story it tells is discomforting by nature.

Visually and rhythmically, the film is restless. Cuts snap, frames tilt, and the soundtrack pushes forward as if to outrun the next notification; the formal choices mimic the way attention fractures online. This kinetic style keeps you off-balance in a way that’s purposeful: it’s harder to settle into complacent spectatorship when the film keeps yanking you back to the mechanics of spectacle.

Tonally, Zola is confrontational rather than explanatory. It doesn’t offer tidy moral summaries or easy condemnations; instead it stages scenes that force you to sit with ambiguity. The characters are vivid and often unlikable, and the film refuses to soften them into archetypes. That refusal is a political gesture — a reminder that real people, not neat narratives, are at the centre of viral fame.

The movie also interrogates authorship and ownership. Who controls a story once it’s been amplified? Whose version becomes the “truth”? By dramatizing the gap between lived experience and its online retelling, the film exposes how narrative authority can be bought, sold, and distorted in real time. That collapse of authority is not merely thematic; it’s structural, embedded in how the film itself assembles and disassembles perspective.

Watching Zola is tiring in the way that scrolling can be tiring: there’s a cumulative effect, an exhaustion that’s part of the point. The film makes you complicit in the circulation it critiques — you are entertained, outraged, fascinated, and then asked to reckon with the fact that your gaze participates in the very dynamics on display. That moral friction is what gives the film its teeth.

Ultimately, Zola is less about delivering answers than about provoking attention. It refuses the consolations of neat meaning and instead leaves you with a sharper question: how do we live ethically in an economy that monetizes spectacle and flattens nuance? The film’s instability is its honesty — messy, urgent, and unwilling to let the viewer look away.


Friday 19 December 2025

The Lavender Hill Mob (1951)
Film4, 3:30 PM
The Lavender Hill Mob moves with the quiet confidence of a well-oiled mechanism: precise, economical and slyly subversive. On the surface it is a neat comic caper — a plan hatched, a team assembled, a bullion shipment rerouted — but the film’s pleasures come from the way that neatness is used to expose something messier beneath. Ealing’s humour here is surgical; it cuts through civility to reveal the small, simmering resentments that make ordinary people capable of extraordinary mischief.

Alec Guinness’s performance is the film’s moral pivot. His Henry Holland is the very picture of English reserve — mild-mannered, polite, almost apologetic — and that exterior is what makes his capacity for menace so deliciously unsettling. Guinness lets you like the man before he reveals the stubborn, almost righteous impatience that propels the plot; the comedy depends on that slow, accumulating dissonance between manner and motive.

The film’s comedy is political without being preachy. It treats class not as a sociological lecture but as a lived economy of slights and small humiliations: the petty indignities of office life, the invisible ceilings, the ways respect is rationed. The heist becomes a form of reparation, a ludicrously elegant answer to the everyday arithmetic of deference. That the scheme is absurd only sharpens its moral logic — if the system won’t recognise you, you’ll outwit it.

Ealing’s visual style supports the satire. The camera delights in the ordinary: suburban streets, drab offices, the modest domestic interiors where plans are whispered and loyalties tested. Those settings make the theft feel less like a crime and more like a corrective: the world is too tidy, too complacent, and the film’s small rebellion restores a sense of balance, however mischievously.

Tonally, the movie balances warmth and bite. It invites sympathy for its conspirators without excusing them; the laughs come with a sting. That mixture is what keeps the film from becoming merely charming nostalgia — it remains alert to the social pressures that produce its characters’ choices, and it refuses to let sentiment obscure consequence.

The Lavender Hill Mob is a comedy of manners that doubles as a critique of manners. It’s Ealing at its sharpest because it understands that farce can be a form of truth-telling: by making us laugh at the lengths people will go to be seen and respected, it forces us to notice the small violences that make such lengths imaginable.


Strangers on a Train (1951)
BBC Two, 3:30 PM 🌟
Strangers on a Train arrives with the slow, corrosive logic of a thought experiment gone wrong. Hitchcock sets the scene with an almost sociological calm — two strangers, a chance encounter, a proposition offered as if it were a casual observation — and then lets that casualness metastasize. The film’s elegance is not decorative; it’s the trap. The premise is simple enough to be plausible, and that plausibility is what makes the unraveling feel inevitable.

The movie trades in manners and small talk until those very civilities become instruments of menace. Bruno’s charm is a social lubricant that hides a corrosive will; Guy’s polite bewilderment is the thin skin through which contagion slips. Hitchcock stages their exchanges like a contagion study: ideas pass, attitudes shift, and what begins as a hypothetical conversation acquires the force of a plan. The terror is not sudden spectacle but the gradual recognition that ordinary interactions can be weaponised.

Visually, the film is a masterclass in suggestion. Shadows, reflections and the geometry of public spaces do the heavy lifting; violence is implied more often than shown, and that restraint sharpens the dread. The famous carousel sequence, the tennis match, the suburban facades — each set piece refracts the central idea: proximity breeds possibility. Hitchcock’s camera watches civility as if it were a crime scene, and in doing so it teaches us to read the everyday for danger.

Morally, the film is ruthless because it refuses tidy motives. Bruno’s violence needs no elaborate justification; it requires only an opening and a refusal to acknowledge responsibility. The film’s darker insight is that evil can be banal — a whim given form, a grievance turned into action. That makes the viewer complicit in a new way: we are invited to admire the cleverness of the plot even as we recoil from its consequences, and that split feeling is precisely Hitchcock’s point.

There’s also a corrosive psychology at work: denial as a social lubricant. Characters smooth over contradictions, rationalise small betrayals, and in doing so they create the conditions for larger ones. The film shows how polite evasions and bureaucratic neatness can become moral cover, and how the refusal to see a problem is often the first step toward catastrophe.

Strangers on a Train is less a thriller about action than a study of moral transmission. Its cruelty is intellectual: it demonstrates how an idea, once voiced, can escape containment and remake lives. The film’s elegance and ruthlessness are inseparable — the cleaner the premise, the fouler the fallout — and Hitchcock leaves you with the uncomfortable lesson that the most dangerous things are often the ones we treat as conversation.


Oh What a Lovely War (1969)
Sky Arts, 3:20 PM
Joan Littlewood’s Oh What a Lovely War lands like a theatrical grenade: bright, noisy, and designed to shatter the comfortable narratives that cushion national memory. The film borrows the language of music hall and revue — choruses, comic routines, jaunty tunes — and then uses that very language to puncture itself. Songs that should be consolations become instruments of exposure; spectacle is turned inside out until the laughter tastes of ash.

The staging is deliberately artificial, which is its moral point. By refusing naturalism, the piece keeps us at a distance that is also a mirror: we watch performance and are forced to recognise performance in the stories we tell about sacrifice and glory. Costumes and choreography become a kind of forensic evidence, showing how ritual and pageantry have been enlisted to sanitise violence. That theatrical artifice makes the film’s anger precise rather than merely loud.

There is a cruelty to the humour that never quite lets you off the hook. Jokes land and then are immediately undercut by a cutaway, a caption, a newsreel insert that reclaims the moment for history’s harder facts. The bitterness is not gratuitous; it is a corrective. Where patriotic myth smooths edges and names, Littlewood’s satire sharpens them, insisting that the human cost cannot be folded into tidy rhetoric.

The film’s collective voice is another of its weapons. Rather than privileging a single hero, it disperses attention across ranks and roles, making the viewer feel the scale of ordinary loss. That democratic chorus refuses the consolations of exceptionalism: the tragedy is not a failure of a few but a system that manufactures casualties as if they were inevitable byproducts of ceremony. In that sense the film is less about blame than about the structures that make blame unnecessary.

Visually and rhythmically the work is restless: montage and music collide, and the editing itself becomes an argument. Moments of comic choreography sit beside archival textures and stark tableaux, and the resulting dissonance keeps the audience off balance. This is not entertainment that soothes; it is entertainment that interrogates the appetite for entertainment in the face of atrocity.

Oh What a Lovely War is a lesson in moral clarity disguised as a revue. Its anger remains bracing because it is disciplined; its humour remains bitter because it refuses to let sentiment obscure responsibility. The film asks us to recognise the rituals that make violence tolerable and then to refuse them — not with a sermon, but with a song that will not let you sing along without thinking.


Mozart’s Women
Sky Arts, 7:30 PM
A thematic continuation that broadens the frame, examining how genius is supported, exploited and constrained.


Kirsty MacColl at the BBC
BBC Four, 10:45 PM

Kirsty MacColl: The Box Set
BBC Four, 11:45 PM

The Story of “Fairytale of New York”
BBC Four, 12:30 AM
A moving late-night trilogy celebrating MacColl’s voice, wit and defiance. The final documentary rightly frames the song not as seasonal novelty, but as a portrait of love under pressure.


STREAMING CHOICE

Netflix
Breakdown: 1975 — available from Friday 19 December

Breakdown: 1975 is explicitly about how films such as One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest and Network are products of social upheaval, not merely responses to it. It reads the mid‑1970s as a moment when institutions—hospitals, corporations, media—were under strain, and shows how that strain reshaped cinematic form: sharper editing, exposed performances, and narratives that treat institutional routine as evidence. Rather than depicting collapse as spectacle, the film argues that these landmark movies emerged from real political and cultural ruptures, and that their formal choices—pointed satire, clinical observation, fractured viewpoint—are themselves symptoms of the crises that produced them. In short, Breakdown insists that art in turbulent times is both made by upheaval and a way of diagnosing it.

Channel 4 Streaming / Walter Presents
Stranded — all eight episodes available from Friday 19 December

Stranded on Channel 4 Streaming via Walter Presents lands as a compact, eight‑episode pressure cooker: set on Christmas Eve when an avalanche severs the Vanoi Valley ski resort, the community is left without power or help from the outside world. The series uses that enforced isolation to turn small choices into moral tests — supplies run low, alliances shift, and the claustrophobia of the resort becomes a social microscope.

At the centre is Giovani Lo Bianco, stranded and forced to confront a double life that begins to fray under scrutiny. Bingeing the eight episodes lets the show treat unraveling as a process: secrets surface, loyalties calcify, and the slow accumulation of compromises becomes the story’s engine. Walter Presents’ taste for texture means the drama trades spectacle for detail, making the collapse feel lived‑in and morally urgent.

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Review of One Battle After Another

Directed by Paul Thomas Anderson Starring Leonardo DiCaprio, Teyana Taylor, Sean Penn, Chase Infiniti, Benicio del Toro, Regina Hall

Paul Thomas Anderson’s One Battle After Another is a sprawling, politically charged action thriller set in a dystopian near-future America. Loosely adapted from Thomas Pynchon’s Vineland, the film follows ex-revolutionary “Ghetto” Pat Calhoun (Leonardo DiCaprio), now living under the alias Bob Ferguson, as he attempts to protect his teenage daughter Willa (Chase Infiniti) from the violent resurgence of his old nemesis, Colonel Steven J. Lockjaw (Sean Penn). The narrative unfolds across two timelines—first chronicling the exploits of the radical French 75 militia, led by Perfidia Beverly Hills (Teyana Taylor), and later jumping sixteen years into the future, where Bob and Willa live in hiding in the sanctuary city of Baktan Cross.

The film opens with Perfidia storming an immigration detention centre, humiliating Lockjaw and igniting a personal vendetta that drives much of the plot. As the French 75 carry out bombings and raids on political and financial institutions, the film revels in its revolutionary fervor. But when Perfidia is captured and coerced into betraying her comrades, the group disbands, leaving Bob and Willa to navigate a militarized landscape haunted by Lockjaw’s obsession and the looming threat of the white supremacist and elitist Christmas Adventurers Club (think shades of Skull and Bones).

While One Battle After Another has been championed in some circles as a bold statement of resistance, it risks becoming a footnote rather than a lasting classic. Its most glaring flaw lies in its ideological imbalance: it vividly humanizes its radical protagonists but dehumanizes its antagonists to the point of parody.

Sean Penn’s Colonel Lockjaw is a grotesque caricature—his later melted jawline and serve as visual shorthand for moral corruption. This use of physical disfigurement as a marker of villainy is a trope long criticized by progressive critics, making its deployment here feel hypocritical. Lockjaw’s motivations are thinly sketched, reduced to sexual obsession and racial insecurity. His early sexual humiliation—forced to masturbate and mocked during Perfidia’s raid—followed by his later disfigurement, left me uneasy. It’s not just that the film indulges in cruelty; it’s that it does so without reflection, as if degradation were a narrative reward.

The film also carries a strange undercurrent of ’70s blaxploitation aesthetics, particularly in its handling of Black women. Perfidia’s revolutionary charisma is undeniable—Teyana Taylor delivers a ferocious, scene-stealing performance—but her sexualisation feels stylised to the point of fetishisation. Her romance with Bob is framed in neon-drenched slow motion, backed by retro-funk scoring that evokes the visual grammar of blaxploitation cinema. It’s as if Anderson is borrowing the aesthetic of radical Black resistance without fully grappling with its political or emotional weight. Even Willa, the biracial daughter whose disappearance drives the second half of the film, is more plot device than character, her interiority sacrificed for Bob’s paranoia.

More troubling is the film’s apparent glorification of leftist violence. The French 75 execute public officials, destroy infrastructure, and silence dissent—all in the name of justice. Yet the narrative rarely pauses to interrogate the ethics of these actions. One scene in particular—where Perfidia fatally shoots a bank security guard during a botched heist—might have offered a moment of reckoning. The guard is portrayed as an ordinary worker, reaching instinctively for his weapon. His death could have given pause for thought about the real-world consequences of revolutionary violence. But it barely registers in the plot. There’s no reflection, no fallout, no grief. The film moves on, as if collateral damage were an acceptable cost of ideological purity.

That said, one of the funniest moments in the film—perhaps unintentionally—is when Bob, too high to remember the rendezvous codes, calls a contact who accuses him of making him feel unsafe. The contrast between older revolutionaries who once ran with the Black Panthers and all-too-precious woke liberals is ripe with comic potential. Anderson touches on it briefly, but it’s a missed opportunity. The generational tension—between lived radicalism and performative progressivism—could have added real texture to the film’s political satire.

The film’s climax—a high-octane car chase across desert roads—features Willa escaping from Lockjaw’s forces with help from Avanti Q, an Indigenous bounty hunter turned ally. Lockjaw is ultimately assassinated by his own white supremacist peers, not for his brutality, but for violating their racial purity codes. It’s a moment that underscores the film’s central irony: even the villains are victims of their own ideology. But this insight is buried beneath layers of spectacle and stylization.

In the end, while One Battle After Another is being promoted as a defining film of the moment, I don’t think it will be remembered that way. It’s simply too one-sided and too tethered to the present political climate to endure. Anderson has crafted a work of passion, yes—but passion without restraint risks becoming propaganda. And cinema deserves better than that.

Reviewed by Pat Harrington

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Culture Vulture: 26 July – 1 August 2025

Selections and commentary by Pat Harrington

This week music and memory loom large—from the soaring vocals of Whitney to the ethereal poetry of Fleetwood Mac. Political echoes resound too, whether in the wreckage of the Jesus Army or the fog of ethics and politics in All the President’s Men. And if you need a dose of nostalgia or sharp comedy, 9 to 5 and When Harry Met Sally do the trick. Streaming platforms, meanwhile, open their vaults with a new slate of drama, documentary and espionage to binge at your pace. As ever we bring you the week’s entertainment from an alternative viewpoint.


Saturday, 26th July

Spellbound (1945): BBC Two, 2:25 PM
Hitchcock’s foray into psychoanalysis, Spellbound, is often overshadowed by his more bombastic thrillers, but this is a film of delicate tension and cerebral intrigue. Ingrid Bergman brings both intelligence and intensity to her role as a psychiatrist who believes in the innocence of Gregory Peck’s troubled amnesiac. The film combines romantic longing with a simmering air of dread.

At the time, the idea of exploring the subconscious on screen was daring; Hitchcock’s visual flourishes, including Salvador Dalí’s iconic dream sequence, give the interior world of the mind a palpable texture. But beyond the technique lies a question of trust: can love really see past doubt? The result is a suspenseful and strangely tender tale.

Today, Spellbound remains a bold psychological drama that refuses to simplify its characters. It is less about the ‘whodunnit’ and more about whether redemption is possible through understanding. In an era of suspicion and fear, Hitchcock urged audiences to look within as much as without.

Whitney Houston Night: BBC Two, from 8:00 PM
BBC Two devotes a night to Whitney Houston, and rightly so. Kicking off at 8 PM, the tribute builds towards the feature film Whitney Houston: I Wanna Dance with Somebody at 9 PM, a biopic that tries to do justice to her voice, her pain, and her power. What it lacks in structural finesse it makes up for in sincerity, with Naomi Ackie offering a performance that captures the essence of Whitney’s vulnerability and strength.

Following that, Whitney Houston Live in South Africa 1994 at 11:15 PM is the real gem. Here, we see not the myth, but the woman—her voice alive with gospel influence, her performance full of grace and command. This was not just a concert but a cultural event: post-apartheid South Africa welcoming a Black American icon.

In curating a full evening around Whitney, BBC Two reminds us that her legacy isn’t only her music but the complex life behind it. There’s no glossing over the tragedy, but the tribute doesn’t dwell in it either. It lets Whitney sing, and in doing so, lets her speak for herself.

The 1001 Musical Lives of Fleetwood Mac: Sky Arts, 9:00 PM
Fleetwood Mac are often remembered for their drama as much as their harmony. This Sky Arts documentary gets under the skin of the band’s mythology, moving beyond the tabloid fare to reveal their musical evolution from British blues to Californian soft-rock juggernauts. It’s a tale of reinvention, resistance, and reintegration.

What’s compelling here is the attention to craft. We hear how Mick Fleetwood and John McVie held the rhythm together while the front end of the band constantly shifted. Stevie Nicks, Lindsey Buckingham, Christine McVie—each gets space to shine, their songwriting dissected with due respect. For once, the soap opera doesn’t overshadow the soundtrack.

As a primer or refresher, this is rich and rewarding. It frames Fleetwood Mac not just as a successful band but as a cultural barometer, reflecting the highs and lows of the post-60s era. By the time the credits roll, you might feel the need to reach for Rumours and start again.

I Am Raquel Welch: Sky Documentaries, 9:00 PM
This revealing documentary digs beneath Raquel Welch’s bombshell image to uncover the woman behind the legend. Too often remembered for her fur bikini in One Million Years B.C., Welch’s story is richer, more complicated. The film traces a career marked by bold reinvention and a refusal to be typecast, highlighting dramatic roles that show her range as an actor—not just a sex symbol.

What stands out most are the contradictions. Welch broke rules in an industry that wanted her silent and compliant, yet she did so with poise and calculation. Her clashes with studios weren’t tantrums—they were negotiations for respect. And the fallout she endured says more about Hollywood’s treatment of women than it does about her.

I Am Raquel Welch isn’t just a biography—it’s a quietly moving reflection on how fame shapes and distorts female artists. It reminds us that Welch was more than a face or a figure. She was a fighter, a craftswoman, and a survivor of a system that rarely made space for either.

Fleetwood Mac Live in Boston: Sky Arts, 10:15 PM

Fleetwood Mac’s Live in Boston, airing tonight on Sky Arts at 10:15 PM, captures more than a band—it traces a lineage of heartbreak, reinvention, and sheer musical durability. There’s something almost mythic in the way they return to the stage: harmonies reawakened, instrumentation sharp, and a palpable sense of emotional reckoning. Stevie Nicks’ vocals in particular hover between invocation and lived memory, each phrase steeped in loss and legacy.

Though this concert marks a late chapter—Fleetwood Mac have announced a farewell tour for 2026—their sound remains resilient, a kind of haunted joy threaded through every note. Christine McVie’s absence lingers, yes, but what remains is no less vital: a group refusing nostalgia’s soft lens in favour of something more raw, more real.

If that emotional clarity resonates, The Fleetwood Mac Story by Night Owl Shows offers a kindred experience at this year’s Edinburgh Fringe. Running 1–23 August at theSpaceUK, it’s part of their award-winning tribute series, weaving the band’s journey—from blues beginnings to Rumours-era drama—into live performance and storytelling. If you are up at the Fringe go see it. You can buy tickets directly here .

Captain Phillips (2013): BBC One, 10:35 PM
Paul Greengrass brings his signature verité style to this high-seas thriller, anchoring the story in tense realism and human drama. Tom Hanks plays the titular captain with weary authority, capturing a man caught in events larger than himself. The hijacking by Somali pirates is nerve-racking, but it never tips into cartoon villainy.

Much credit is due to Barkhad Abdi, whose portrayal of pirate leader Muse is complex and haunting. Rather than a one-dimensional antagonist, Muse is a product of desperation and geopolitical neglect. The film subtly asks: who are the real pirates in a world of global inequality?

At the end, the emotional toll on Phillips is rendered with such rawness that it lingers long after the credits. This is more than a suspense film; it’s a meditation on power, fear, and survival. Hanks’s breakdown in the final scene may be one of the finest pieces of acting in his career.

Whitney Houston Live in South Africa 1994: BBC Two, 11:15 PM
This powerful concert film captures Whitney at her artistic and cultural peak. Taking the stage in newly liberated South Africa, her voice resonates with spiritual clarity, framed by the context of a country beginning to breathe in a new era. Whitney’s presence is magnetic, but it’s the political backdrop that lends the performance its lasting significance.

This was more than entertainment—it was a symbolic embrace between African American artistry and African liberation. Her renditions of “I Will Always Love You” and “Greatest Love of All” are not just hits but expressions of healing and hope, delivered with astonishing poise and sincerity.

It’s a testament to Whitney’s power that, even decades on, this concert retains emotional weight. Her voice, her timing, and her grace combine into something close to transcendence. A must-watch for those who want to understand not just her voice but her impact.

The Eagles: Desperado: Sky Arts, 12:35 AM
This late-night documentary eschews the glitz of rock stardom in favour of something more grounded: storytelling. Anchored around Desperado—arguably The Eagles’ most cinematic album—it casts the band not as superstars but as chroniclers of an American myth. Outlaws and dreamers drift through harmony-rich ballads, their stories etched in steel guitar and heartbreak.

The film leans into the archival: backstage snapshots, poignant anecdotes, and grainy concert footage that catch the band at their most introspective. Interviews with surviving members reveal not just artistic ambition but quiet regret—a group haunted by its own precision.

If anything, it’s a portrait of obsessive craftsmen chasing beauty, even when it cost them connection. The camaraderie faltered, but the melodies endured. A contemplative watch, this is The Eagles as builders of a bittersweet legacy.

And if that melancholy strikes a chord, The Rise of The Eagles by Night Owl Shows offers a live counterpart at this year’s Edinburgh Fringe. Part of their award-winning series, the show runs 1–23 August at theSpaceUK and weaves the band’s journey into song and storytelling. Tickets available here

Pan’s Labyrinth (2006): BBC Two, 1:10 AM
Guillermo del Toro’s dark fairy tale remains one of cinema’s most haunting allegories. Set against the brutal backdrop of Francoist Spain, the story follows young Ofelia as she discovers a mystical underworld that mirrors and distorts her grim reality. It’s a world of fauns, monsters, and labyrinths—but also of moral complexity.

Blending fantasy with political horror, del Toro asks what it means to resist and survive. The villainous Captain Vidal is more terrifying than any mythical creature, while Ofelia’s quiet rebellion is a testament to hope amid totalitarianism. The film’s visuals are breathtaking, but it’s the emotional undercurrent that stays with you.

Few films manage to feel both intimate and epic. Pan’s Labyrinth does, and it achieves this by trusting its audience to sit with ambiguity and sorrow. A cinematic triumph.

Sunday, 27th July

The Great American Songbook with Samara Joy: BBC Four, 8:00 PM
Samara Joy doesn’t just sing the classics—she inhabits them. With a voice that already carries the weight of a legacy, she breathes new life into the Great American Songbook, blending technical finesse with genuine emotional depth. Her phrasing feels instinctive and timeless, echoing the greats without ever sounding like an imitation.

But this isn’t an exercise in nostalgia. Joy’s take is refreshingly contemporary—never forced, never flashy. The arrangements dance between eras, giving old standards new shimmer while honouring their heart.

The performance itself is quietly electrifying. In a musical landscape full of filters and studio gloss, Joy reminds us that honesty, craft, and a remarkable voice can still cut through the noise. This is jazz with a pulse—and a soul.

Inside the Cult of the Jesus Army: BBC Two, 9:00 PM
This harrowing documentary investigates the rise and fall of the Jesus Army, a cult that grew out of 1960s evangelicalism and turned into something far darker. Combining survivor testimony with archival material, the programme reveals an organisation that blurred the line between faith and authoritarian control.

The stories are difficult but necessary—abuse, isolation, and manipulation, all cloaked in religious language. The filmmakers let victims speak without sensationalism, giving them space to unpack the psychological toll.

A sharp indictment of unchecked power in spiritual spaces, this documentary raises urgent questions about accountability. It’s a challenging but vital watch.

Operation Dark Phone: Murder by Text: Channel 4, 9:00 PM
Operation Dark Phone: Murder by Text takes us inside Operation Venetic, the international police task force that breached the EncroChat network in 2020. Over 74 tense days, analysts decrypted messages from some 60,000 anonymous handsets, exposing a shadow world of drug smuggling, kidnapping and murder plotted in real time.

The series shuns over-the-top dramatics, laying out each breakthrough with surgical clarity and always tracing the human grudges and old-fashioned malice behind the encrypted chatter. Alongside the case files, it quietly but powerfully calls out tech platforms for their blind spots and questions law-enforcement’s readiness for digital crime,

Thirteen Lives (2022): BBC Two, 10:00 PM
Ron Howard’s film chronicles the real-life Thai cave rescue of 2018 with tension, care, and humanity. Colin Farrell and Viggo Mortensen lead a cast that emphasises quiet competence over heroics. The result is a procedural with heart—a tribute to collaboration across borders and backgrounds.

What makes this so affecting is its humility. The film doesn’t centre on the white saviour narrative, instead highlighting local efforts, cultural complexity, and the quiet courage of those involved. The cinematography claustrophobically captures the peril inside the cave.

In an age of bombast, Thirteen Lives stands out for its restraint and dignity. It tells us what we already know—that people are capable of astonishing decency—without ever preaching.

Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017): BBC One, 10:30 PM
Tom Holland’s first solo outing as Peter Parker resets the tone for Spider-Man with youthful energy and emotional honesty. Eschewing origin tropes, the film jumps into a world where Peter is already balancing school, social awkwardness, and crime-fighting, all while craving the approval of Tony Stark.

Director Jon Watts brings a lightness to the storytelling, more John Hughes than superhero epic. But it works, grounding the character in teenage chaos while still delivering action and stakes. Michael Keaton’s Vulture is one of the MCU’s more grounded and sympathetic antagonists.

It’s a film that understands both web-slinging and adolescent insecurity. Not the deepest Marvel entry, but one of the most enjoyable.

Monday, 28th July

Kamikaze: An Untold History: BBC Four, 9:00 PM
This illuminating documentary uncovers the complex history behind Japan’s kamikaze pilots during World War II. Far from the caricatures of fanatical suicide bombers, it explores the human beings behind the myths—young men caught in a nationalist machine, coerced into martyrdom for emperor and empire.

The film shines when it interrogates the ideology that cultivated these pilots. Through letters, diaries, and survivor interviews, it paints a vivid picture of lives torn between duty and despair. A nuanced study of nationalism and sacrifice, it offers no easy answers, but plenty to reflect on.

In a time when martyrdom and military ideology are once again in the spotlight, Kamikaze reminds us how propaganda can sculpt patriotism into tragedy. It’s chilling, thoughtful, and essential viewing.

9 to 5 (1980): BBC Two, 11:00 PM
This classic workplace comedy remains as subversive and funny as ever. Jane Fonda, Lily Tomlin, and Dolly Parton make a formidable trio as three working women fed up with their sexist boss. What begins as satire soon morphs into a revenge fantasy—brimming with charm, wit, and proto-feminist critique.

More than just a product of its time, 9 to 5 continues to resonate in an age of ongoing inequality. Its skewering of corporate hierarchy and gender politics is as biting as ever, and its optimism about collective action feels oddly radical now.

It’s also riotously entertaining. The chemistry between the leads is electric, and Parton’s title song remains an anthem of resilience. A joy to revisit.

Tuesday, 29th July

Nelson’s Caribbean Hellhole: BBC Four, 9:00 PM
Nelson’s Caribbean Hellhole – BBC Four, 9:00 PM

Historian Sam Willis takes us to Antigua’s English Harbour, long called “the graveyard of the Englishman,” where scores of 18th-century sailors—victims of fever, scurvy and brutal naval discipline—were buried in unmarked mass graves. Through on-site excavations and Willis’s clear-eyed narration, those weathered bones become witnesses to the human cost of empire.

As the camera pans over rusted buttons and fragments of uniform, we feel the relentless heat, the tainted rations and the psychological toll of life at sea. The film also visits a nearby plantation dig, hinting at the even harsher fate of the enslaved people whose toil underpinned Britain’s sugar trade.

Interwoven with these archaeological revelations is a nuanced portrait of Horatio Nelson—celebrated hero, but also a man shaped by the same system that discarded his sailors. Nelson’s Caribbean Hellhole reminds us that history isn’t just about great names; it’s about the countless lives buried beneath them, and the stories we choose to surface.

A Thousand Men and Me: The Bonnie Blue Story: Channel 4, 10:00 PM
Bonnie Blue was a trailblazing Black British trans woman who emerged from the shadows of 1980s Soho to become a community icon. This moving documentary tells her story through archival footage, interviews, and her own poetry, constructing a portrait as defiant as it is tender.

The film doesn’t flinch from the hardship—addiction, marginalisation, and violence—but it celebrates Bonnie’s resilience and advocacy. Her life becomes a lens through which to explore the broader struggle for queer visibility and survival in the UK.

At a time when trans rights are under attack, A Thousand Men and Me is a fierce, beautiful act of remembrance. Bonnie Blue is not just honoured—she’s heard.

All the President’s Men (1976): BBC Two, 12:00 AM
This paranoid classic of 1970s cinema remains a masterclass in journalistic doggedness and slow-burn suspense. Robert Redford and Dustin Hoffman star as Woodward and Bernstein, the Washington Post reporters who uncovered the Watergate scandal. Alan J. Pakula’s direction is lean, atmospheric, and utterly gripping.

What stands out is the film’s faith in journalism—not as sensationalism, but as painstaking, methodical truth-seeking. Long scenes in libraries, phone booths, and typewriter-filled newsrooms become thrilling in their quiet intensity.

At a time when trust in media is low, All the President’s Men is a reminder of the fourth estate’s power—and responsibility. It’s a film that rewards patience and attention, much like the job it depicts.

Wednesday, 30th July

Michael Aspel Remembers The War Game: BBC Four, 10:00 PM
In this concise retrospective, Michael Aspel returns to Peter Watkins’s 1966 drama-documentary The War Game, a work the BBC shelved for nearly twenty years. Aspel—one of the film’s original voices—blends personal memory with political observation, recalling how its stark depiction of a nuclear strike rattled both public and officials.

He lays out the social and government anxieties the film unearthed, noting that the very act of banning it testifies to its unflinching honesty about war’s consequences. Through his commentary, we’re reminded how easily state power can silence unsettling truths and how critical responsibility and accountability remain today.

The War Game (1966): BBC Four, 10:10 PM
Peter Watkins’ controversial docudrama remains a gut-punch of a film. Simulating a nuclear strike on Britain, it blends fiction and reportage to paint a bleak, unsparing picture of social collapse. Shot in stark black and white, its documentary style is eerily convincing.

What makes The War Game so powerful is its moral clarity. It does not try to shock gratuitously, but to depict with unflinching honesty what governments refused to acknowledge. The horror isn’t just in the mushroom clouds, but in the slow decay of civil society.

Nearly 60 years on, it still feels like a provocation—and a warning. Required viewing for anyone who thinks nuclear deterrence is a game.

Spider-Man: Far From Home (2019): BBC One, 10:40 PM
In his second solo film, Tom Holland’s Peter Parker wrestles with grief, identity, and the burden of legacy after Tony Stark’s death. Set mostly in Europe, it’s a breezy, visually inventive adventure that pits Spidey against Jake Gyllenhaal’s manipulative villain, Mysterio.

The film explores fake news and illusion with surprising bite, reflecting on a world saturated with spin. It’s also an effective coming-of-age tale, with Peter navigating first love and superhero responsibility in equal measure.

Light, fun, and more subversive than it first appears, Far From Home is popcorn cinema with a thoughtful twist.

Thursday, 31st July

Queen Victoria: Secret Marriage, Secret Child: Channel 4, 9:00 PM
This historical documentary delves into the rumoured affair between Queen Victoria and her servant John Brown, and the possible existence of a secret child. Drawing on letters, court documents, and speculative biography, it teases out a provocative narrative from contested history.

While not conclusive, the programme offers a compelling re-examination of Victoria’s inner life. Far from the dour widow often portrayed, she emerges here as a passionate, complicated woman constrained by duty and image.

Whether or not the story is entirely true, the documentary succeeds in unsettling official mythologies. It suggests that history, like monarchy, is often a curated illusion.

The Graduate (1967): BBC Four, 11:10 PM
Mike Nichols’ seminal coming-of-age film still sparkles with sharp satire and emotional disquiet. Dustin Hoffman’s Benjamin Braddock drifts through post-collegiate malaise before falling into an affair with Anne Bancroft’s iconic Mrs. Robinson. What follows is both absurd and achingly real.

Visually inventive and narratively bold, The Graduate captures a generational crisis with humour and pathos. Simon & Garfunkel’s soundtrack adds texture to Benjamin’s isolation and yearning, making the film as much about mood as plot.

It’s a film that questions everything: love, adulthood, and success. And in its famous final scene, it refuses to offer easy answers. A timeless masterpiece.

Friday, 1st August

The Secret Life of Trees: To a Tree Adulthood: Channel 5, 9:00 PM
This gentle yet profound documentary explores the stages of growth in a tree’s life, treating it not as static background but as a living witness to change. Through elegant cinematography and poetic narration, it invites viewers to slow down and marvel at nature’s quiet strength.

The science is there—root systems, carbon capture, symbiosis—but it’s never dry. The film finds wonder in the ordinary, arguing that to understand trees is to understand something essential about endurance, cooperation, and time.

Perfect for a contemplative evening, this is television that asks nothing but attention—and rewards it with beauty.

When Harry Met Sally (1989): BBC One, 11:20 PM
Nora Ephron’s rom-com classic endures because it understands that love is both complicated and hilarious. Billy Crystal and Meg Ryan turn what could have been a formulaic romance into something layered, prickly, and utterly human.

The film asks whether men and women can truly be friends, and offers no easy resolution—only a witty, touching journey through miscommunication and emotional honesty. Every line feels carefully crafted, every scene a small revelation.

By the time Harry runs through New York on New Year’s Eve, we’re rooting for them—not because the genre demands it, but because the characters have earned it. A pitch-perfect end to the week.

Streaming Choices

The Facebook Hunny Trap: Catching a Killer – Prime Video, available from Sunday, 27th July
This gripping true crime documentary follows the extraordinary story of Lehanne Sergison, a British woman who used a fake Facebook profile to ensnare her aunt’s killer—6,000 miles away in South Africa. When Christine Robinson, a beloved expat and lodge owner, was brutally raped and murdered in 2014, the investigation stalled. Authorities failed to extradite the prime suspect, a former employee who fled the country, and justice seemed out of reach.

But Sergison, driven by grief and a fierce sense of duty, took matters into her own hands. Despite suffering from severe asthma and unable to travel, she created a fictional online persona and began a months-long digital seduction—ultimately leading police to the killer’s location.

The Facebook Honeytrap: Catching a Killer is more than a tale of amateur sleuthing. It’s a chilling meditation on how digital intimacy can mask predatory intent, and how the illusion of connection can be weaponised. But it’s also a testament to resilience, and to the quiet power of one woman’s refusal to let her aunt’s story be forgotten.

Berlin Station – ITVX, all three series available from Sunday, 27th July
Long overlooked in the crowded field of spy thrillers, Berlin Station deserves a second glance—and now, with all three seasons landing on ITVX, it finally gets one. Created by Olen Steinhauer, the series follows CIA analyst Daniel Miller (Richard Armitage) as he’s thrust into the shadowy world of Berlin’s intelligence community. What begins as a hunt for a whistleblower soon spirals into a web of political manipulation, far-right extremism, and moral compromise.

The cast is quietly stellar—Rhys Ifans, Michelle Forbes, Leland Orser, and Ashley Judd among them—and the writing leans into ambiguity rather than easy answers. Across its 29 episodes, the show explores the post-Snowden landscape with a kind of bruised realism: surveillance, loyalty, and the cost of truth. It’s taut, cerebral, and often unsettling, ideal for fans of The Americans or Le Bureau who crave espionage with emotional depth.

Though cancelled after its third season in 2019, Berlin Station remains a compelling study in how institutions fracture—and how people try to hold the line.

Lianne – Netflix, all 16 episodes available from Thursday, 31st July
Stylishly directed by Steve Haining, Lianne is a psychological drama that trades jump scares for slow-burning dread. At its centre is Erin, a teenage influencer who livestreams herself inside an abandoned haunted house to raise money for the illness that claimed her stepsister’s life. But what begins as a performative act of grief soon spirals into something far more unsettling—an encounter with trauma that refuses to stay buried.

As Erin navigates the house, accompanied only by Lianne’s ashes in an urn, the film builds tension through eerie stillness and fractured memory. Jessica Chin King delivers a breakout performance, anchoring the story with vulnerability and grit. The narrative unfolds in real time, with Erin responding to live comments from her followers—an unnerving reminder of how digital intimacy can both expose and isolate.

Lianne isn’t a cult escape drama in the literal sense, but it resonates with similar themes: coercion, grief, and the long shadow of survival. It’s a meditation on how we perform healing, and what happens when the ghosts we carry demand to be seen.

Chief of War – Apple TV, first two episodes available from Friday, 1st August
Set in the fractured political landscape of 18th-century Hawai‘i, Chief of the Islands dramatizes the rise of a local ali‘i (chief) as he defends his people against the creeping tide of European imperialism. Inspired by the real-life consolidation of power under Kamehameha I, the series blends sweeping visuals with intimate storytelling, capturing the tension between tradition and survival as foreign ships begin to circle the archipelago.

The drama unfolds amid rival factions, sacred obligations, and the arrival of muskets and missionaries—each reshaping the islands’ fate. Battles are choreographed with reverence for indigenous martial arts, while the emotional core rests on a leader torn between diplomacy and defiance. It’s a portrait of sovereignty under siege, and of a culture fighting to preserve its soul.

For viewers drawn to Shogun or The Last Kingdom, this is a bold addition to the historical drama canon—one that reframes empire through a Pacific lens and centres Native Hawaiian agency.

Whatever your appetite—fact or fiction, history or harmony—this week’s Culture Vulture offers you windows into worlds familiar and strange. Settle in. There’s much to savour.

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