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ITV4 are outwitting other channels today, as per usual. Halfway through Galaxy Quest at present, followed by Brewsters Millions, Jewel in the Nile and Twins.

I was looking for a chance to watch Lamb, an Icelandic horror fable, and was quite happy to see it on at a Vue cinema at 9.40am. The perfect time for menacing fare, i feel, in part because which other fellow would go to such a place to sink themselves in the dour and deadly at such a time. I was...

A couple of days with a pesky cough and cold may have kept me from work, but not the cinema. Masked and wheezing i've been through a brace of pics. The first of the 2, Hope, was best. A Norwegian family drama spoken heartfully as a memory from the director. 6 children in a range of ages, but...

Today, with a merciless uncovid cough in each of them, Mrs Meade and Meade Jr flew off for Christmas, before i join them in a week or so. The week that unfolds will be a tad sour, and isolated, but the cinema will invite me in, i hope, allowing me to have imprinted a memory that has the...

If ITV still showed FX: Murder by Illusion i'd watch that regularly. I suppose it was a time when a pair of Brians/Bryans ruled machismo fare, with Dennehy and Brown.

When Meade Jr was born i'd sometimes take over for a few hours in the night for him to sleep on my chest, and i was required to stay upright and awake at all costs. To do so i'd record all films shown on ITV4, and very quietly watch a number of Sly Stallone films such as Cobra and Cliffhanger...

Deep Blue Sea is maybe the film i have watched the most, for it being on ITV2 every other week for 5 or 6 years, and everytime i happen to flick around and notice it i think: LL Cool J saying "You ate my bird.". And i'm in. After watching The Shallows again the other day i think i like almost...

The face of a mad man. I can imagine waking up to find him dangling over me, all parts akimbo, with a mouthful of ladybirds and clasping a set of gold-tipped syringes.

Watching on the box tonight, so i will be booing raucously from start to finish. I might even phone the Seagulls hotline and leave a long booing message there, and also tweet Bruno, calling him Brooooooooooooooooooono

Yeah i saw that yesterday afternoon. Twas good. Some personal moments just excellent, of life and grief. I wouldn't take a child to see it though. Yes, it can be a U, and there is a feel of the Miyazaki magicalism, as apparently the director wanted, but i don't think a nipper would be too...

Of the Hoffmans I can be endlessly in awe of Philip Seymour, but sometimes want to boil Dustin (you know, apart from the many humdingers he had for a couple of decades).

I'm a constant resident in can't stand Hanks camp.

For me, toasted badger spleens, smeared with hedgehog eye-gloop. Chewy, slimy, and laced with regret. I have a shack/dungeon/laboratory/brothel in Hampshire.

I attempt to go to screenings that don't seem too crowded, and sit in imperfect places so that i can remain in my mask, only lowering for a slurp and nibble, to keep feeling a little safer. Booked a seat for a surprise film tomorrow night, at a London Picturehouse, with only around 20 seats...

Annoyed that the missus went to the Gucchi film premiere last week, i thought i would strike back by seeing the Picturehouse surprise Friday night film. There were around 11 people present, and i thought, as i had for much of the day, that a stinker would appear. And i was a bit wrong, but not...

One of those bits from your youth that you've forgotten and haven't really spotted the influence of in later life is, for me, a fancy of the girl that Jaws ends up with: I suppose it partly explains why my wife is 2ft 6 and of my daily threats of crushing her wee head unless she keeps on...

There is an inundation of produce that one can feel a tad pummelled by, but the plateauing of the drama in these apps reminds us that high quality is sporadic, and rightly so. But when there, it's to be thoroughly appreciated in amongst the bulging sack of the average. That's for tv series, i'd say.

I didn't mind this November until yesterday eve, when i felt a scratch when putting a t-shirt on. 10 seconds passed, with me quizzing my child as to whether there was something on my side, and then i heard the buzzing assailant. A damnable wasp, and a big old queenly one at that. The next 10...

We could have one for retired executioners at some point, to have all clubs relative charities catered for.