'If not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled'
- P.G. Wodehouse, in The Code of the Woosters (1938)
We can all heartily endorse Cleo's fitness regime, which consists of hanging mostly motionless for approximately 30 seconds whilst looking fabulous, coupled with vigorously purchasing millinery
Mickey 17 has a promising pedigree, a compelling visual style, some convincing world-building, and strong central performance(s) from Robert Pattinson. But Bong Joon-ho's sci-fi black comedy dwells overly on route-one political satire, particularly in Mark Ruffalo's unsubtle vainglorious politician portrayal, and the storyline is too scattershot to be consistently entertaining. Still, it does feature the most convincingly realised aliens since Denis Villeneuve's Arrival.
A historical oddity, certainly, but also an important document of a band at the height of its powers and simultaneously on the verge of catastrophe. The Rock & Roll Circus is uneven and wholly disorganised - setup ran massively over-long so the Stones' set wasn't recorded until 4am - but Jagger is on extraordinary form, overpowering the camera with his stage presence. He had to be - the rest of the Stones were completely exhausted, Brian Jones had spent the day…
Finally after all the waiting, Interstellar is out and it's definitely worth seeing. Is it perfect? No, there are noticeable problems. A reasonably large chunk of the dialogue was undecipherable thanks to McConaughey's close-mouthed drawl and the cacophonous background noise, although that may have been due to the sound mix at the Embassy rather than the film-maker. The long Earth-bound setup drags somewhat and commits the ultimate sin of actually being boring in places - too much explanation is superfluous.…