Happy New Year, reader(s)! Before we get into 2016 in earnest, a small throat-clearing in honour of our masthead mascot from Le Mépris, the centrepiece of the BFI Southbank’s Jean-Luc Godard season, which runs for the next two months.

Happy New Year, reader(s)! Before we get into 2016 in earnest, a small throat-clearing in honour of our masthead mascot from Le Mépris, the centrepiece of the BFI Southbank’s Jean-Luc Godard season, which runs for the next two months.

We’re taking our traditional festive break, and intending to be back on 4 January (although you never know what might tempt us back in the interim to the Russian roulette game of “which WordPress editing interface will I be served today?”).
We leave you with Janet Leigh pretending to be a Christmas tree.

Ho ho ho!
MrMoth sits in a darkened space and listens to an old story told through fresh language.

Bonus post! What did Paul Duane find in Guy Maddin’s tesseract of cinema?
EVERYTHING..

Continue reading Breaking Into The Forbidden Room, or Bits Of Life*
So that was Season 9 of Doctor Who, then. Ricky Young punches a diamond wall in the face, and wonders if the shredded knuckles were worth it.
So it’s that time of year again. On Wednesday we’ll be writing about some of our favourite telly of the year, and next week we’ll bring you some thoughts on some of the films of the year. But first, a musical palate-cleanser.

Philip Concannon reviews the latest (but not the last) volume of Simon Callow’s biography of Welles.

Feeling lucky, punk? Space-filling nonsense from Indy Datta after the jump.
Links, stuff, other stuff. Because we didn’t get into a Straight Outta Compton screening, obvs.

Continue reading Mostly Links – August Bank Holiday 2015 Bumper Special Edition
Paul Duane on the late Alexei German’s last, and maybe most singular, film, which reaches British screens this week.