Something new, more insightful. Except instead of English essayist grace, it's constructively bashing 2019's least favourite horror film.

Sigh.

A sequel to a duet of reviews I wrote two weeks ago? Incredble!

Let's try something new!

A brief rant on one of the most infuriating things outside of Star Wars films.

The first of what I'm hoping are many guest writers on this blog, here's Hamish Alexander with his take on New Zealand's pride and joy.

Oy.

A movie made by people who love what they do, and shows it in every damn frame.

Lay on, Macduff, lead us out of this damn theatre.

This sure as hell ain't a plague on anyone's household.

Le creme de la creme of embolism-inducing rage cinema.

Gonna talk about numbers today. Not 42, though. Life doesn't quite have meaning these days.

Man on Fire with Chris Hemsworth? Sounds good to me!

Desearía nunca haber visto esta película. (Probably shouldn't have used Google. Anyway, I hate this movie, hope you enjoy.)

Never before has comedy, brutality and social commentary come together so well before 2019.

Alice in Wonderland without the high of Lewis Carroll or the bizarre world you see, but all of the munchies for a far better film.

Dr Seuss meets Shaun Tan meets Neil Gaiman meets Tim Burton meets Lewis Carroll meets Stephen King meets Terry Gilliam meets...

Oh yes, these movies are still enormously fun to rag on. And now, we have more reasons beyond them aging like milk.

Like having scalding Cola-Cola poured into your eyes.

The best damn video game movie ever made, in terms of actual quality and not in "Wicker Man" value.