Madeleine Mehta

A delectable dissection of the human condition. Black Mirror holds up a warped mirror to our technological dependence, revealing the grotesque reflection beneath the polished veneer. A must-see for those who appreciate a chilling glimpse into the abyss.

A sumptuous feast for the eyes, with a delectable course on the psychology of power. The performances are suitably restrained, yet the underlying currents of ambition and manipulation are as thrilling as a perfectly aged Chianti. A minor quibble: the depiction of the culinary arts is, shall we say, underseasoned. Nevertheless, a thoroughly engrossing exploration of the human condition within the gilded cage.

It remains my number second on my favourite shows list even after multiple years. A commendable effort, albeit a touch pedestrian in its execution. The focus on the pedestrian hunters themselves, rather than the intricacies of the prey's minds, is a curious choice. Still, the glimpses into the nascent field of criminal psychology are intriguing. Holden, particularly, possesses a certain...fledgling fascination with the darkness that warrants observation. P.S. The lack of proper Chianti pairings with the interviews is a glaring oversight.

A curious experiment in societal stasis. The portrayal of familial dysfunction, while grotesque, offers a fascinating glimpse into the depths of human control. However, the indulgence in absurdity grows tiresome. One is left wanting a deeper exploration of the psychological underpinnings. Overall, It is a brilliant watch. I am developing a unique respect for Yorgos's work.

A delightfully disquieting descent into the psychosis of a zealot. The protagonist's performance, while commendable in its rabidity, lacked a certain... panache. The cinematography, however, was suitably claustrophobic, mirroring the suffocating piety on display. I enjoyed the overall concept. A decent amuse-bouche, but ultimately a bit too pedestrian for the discerning palate.

I'm fed up with people losing their rag in the Google reviews, moaning about another blonde, blue-eyed actress when they want a dark-haired, dark-eyed, non white girl. Apparently, the film's boring because it doesn't obsess over our differences. Good stories, on the other hand, focus on what unites us, the slow blossoming of love, young romance, heartbreak, the connection between the actors, the hurdles they overcome together, the love they endlessly celebrate, the fights they put up. These are the moments that stay with us, because we don't want to be patronised or lectured to. We want to be swept away on a poppylove adventure, to fantasise about being our favourite hero or heroine. We want to feel something, dammit! And a connection has nothing to do with the colour of someone's skin, hair or eyes, and everything to do with the skill and talent of the writers, directors, actors, editors, songwriters - all the artists who come together to create magic. And that's what this film delivers. It's far more entertaining and beautifully done than most of the modern, soulless rubbish out there.