This Is Not a Review: Magritte in London

I have loved the work of René Magritte ever since I first encountered it as a teenager at the start of the 1970s; indeed, one of the very first books on art that I bought, in 1974, was Suzi Gablik’s seminal study of the Belgian’s oeuvre, published by Thames and Hudson. (It’s still on my … Continue reading This Is Not a Review: Magritte in London

Bill Evans the Movie: Reasons to Dig…

Good movies about jazz or set in the jazz milieu are far from common, so if you’ve any interest in the musical form – or, needless to say, if you’re a fan of the titular pianist  – you should certainly make an effort to catch Everybody Digs Bill Evans. Not that you need to love … Continue reading Bill Evans the Movie: Reasons to Dig…

The Film Producer as Mensch: Remembering Jeremy Thomas

My tardiness in posting a brief tribute to the late, great film producer Jeremy Thomas – who died last Friday, aged 77 – was due not only to the fact that, at the time of his death, I myself was just out of hospital and having to take it easy after a fairly serious operation; … Continue reading The Film Producer as Mensch: Remembering Jeremy Thomas

The Poetry of Film: ‘Late Fame’

If you’re tired of superhero fantasies (and yes, I do include Nolan’s The Odyssey) and often disappointed by what now seems to pass for a substantial art-movie – think Almodóvar’s elegant, intelligent but rather lifelessly academic Bitter Christmas or Anna Cazenave Cambet’s heartfelt but underwritten and cliché-fraught Love Me Tender, neither of which moved me … Continue reading The Poetry of Film: ‘Late Fame’

New before the New Wave: Éric Rohmer, novelist

I may not have written here before about Éric Rohmer, but anyone familiar with my writings for Time Out and Sight & Sound or my programming for the BFI will probably be aware that I’ve long held the late, great French writer-director in especially high esteem. Indeed, for two or three decades, until his death … Continue reading New before the New Wave: Éric Rohmer, novelist

But is it Homer? Some thoughts on ‘The Odyssey’

There’s been a great deal of discussion about Christopher Nolan’s The Odyssey, so why shouldn’t I join the fray? While I like to keep an open mind before I see a movie, in this case I suspected I’d be a sympathetic viewer, since Nolan is one of the relatively few directors working in the American … Continue reading But is it Homer? Some thoughts on ‘The Odyssey’

Remembering Simon Field (1946-26): programmer, producer and dear, dear friend

It is incredibly hard to write these words so soon after my remembrances of Tony Rayns and Brian Case, especially since I learned of the death of the film programmer, festival director and producer Simon Field just a few hours on the same day after hearing of Brian’s. But of the three – whose paths … Continue reading Remembering Simon Field (1946-26): programmer, producer and dear, dear friend

Man of music (movies, and much more): in memoriam Brian Case (1937-2026)

I’ve arrived, sadly but inevitably, at that age where one keeps hearing that friends and former colleagues have passed on. Just a week or two ago, it was Tony Rayns; now, another person I encountered during my years at Time Out, and another terrific writer: Brian Case. (In many ways these two men could not … Continue reading Man of music (movies, and much more): in memoriam Brian Case (1937-2026)

Tony Rayns (1948-2026): A Supreme Cinephile Remembered

It was with great sadness that I learned yesterday of the recent death of Tony Rayns, one of the most important, insightful and influential figures in international film culture during the last half-century. For me, as for many others, he was not only a hugely valued colleague but a friend and, to some degree, something … Continue reading Tony Rayns (1948-2026): A Supreme Cinephile Remembered

Singing the Schumanns (and a bit more Brahms)

Almost exactly a year ago, I posted a piece about the (to me still unfamiliar but) utterly exhilarating experience I’d just had in singing the last movement of Beethoven’s Ninth with a local choir, the Queen’s Park Singers – an ode to joy indeed, given that I’d only joined them a few months before, with … Continue reading Singing the Schumanns (and a bit more Brahms)