Taking to the reviews feature on letterboxd because I’ve got another confession to make: I wont pretend that I’m a fan of Foo Fighters by any definition, as is the case for my relationship with a million other musicians, I’ve barely scratched at the surface of their discography and have no sense of the people behind the act so you can imagine my pleasant surprise when Studio 666 turned out to be a pretty accessible and welcoming watch. Yes, it’s…

Nothing is sacred, the art of filmmaking and storytelling is dead and you better hold on tight to those pieces of media you love and cherish (especially those of film and/or tv) because the big bad, Hollywood machine is on its way to rehash it, and rehash it badly. 

I’ll find a slight sense of vindication once the bad taste’s washed from my mouth but this was everything I’d expected it to be and worse. 

The latest in this already…