So American Gods aired its first episode in the UK on Amazon prime on Monday. Do we care? Should we? TheTramp thinks so and she’s gonna tell you why…
Mostly Film revisits Frances Grahl‘s piece on the 1963 epic, Cleopatra
Was Cleopatra gorgeous? In a gown of gold? Langston Hughes
In Feminine Iconology Revisted Part One, MostlyFilm brought you the icons of the silver screen from the Golden Age: one writer, one actress, one decade. In Part Two we moved through Hollywood’s 1970s renaissance to the present day.
How times have changed! Times have changed – right? This post covers the 1970s, 1980s, 1990s, 2000s (and the 2000s – so fresh we did them twice!)
The 101st International Women’s Day took place in March 2012. To mark that hugely important milestone, MostlyFilm dedicated two days to some of the most iconic, glorious females in Hollywood. One writer, one actress, one decade. You’ll have to imagine that a single person can represent an entire gender for an entire ten year span. Bear with us on that, whilst we revisit the 1920s, 1930s, 1940s, 1950s and 1960s.
MostlyFilm’s James Moar is adamantium that nonagenarian mutants must be embraced
Paul Duane fucking loves Multiple Maniacs so much he could shit
Yes folks, this isn’t any cheap X-rated movie or any 5th rate porno play, this is the show you want! Lady Divine’s cavalcade of perversions, the sleaziest show on earth! Not actors, not paid impostors, but real actual filth who have been carefully screened in order to present to you the most flagrant violation of natural law known to man! These assorted sluts, fags, dykes and pimps know no bounds! They have committed acts against God and nature, acts that by their mere existence would make any decent person recoil in disgust!
Welcome to MostlyFilm’s coverage of the 89th Academy Awards, where in the era of Brexit, Trump and the New England Patriots we are confidently predicting a clean sweep for Hacksaw Ridge.
We revisit MostlyFim‘s second look at films lost down the seat cushions at your local multiplex, half-remembered, covered in boiled sweets and lint
In celebration of Valentine’s Day, MostlyFilm‘s resident erotica expert, Etta Stark, suffers for her art whilst enduring the latest Fifty Shades of Grey offering
We revisit the first in an occasional series, in which Mostly Film collected lovely little bundles of themed recommendations from contributors. To kick the series off, they were asked to recommend a film that they were pretty sure none of the rest of us had ever seen (as it went, few managed to get that obscure)