Senior Film Writer Mark Farnsworth teaches Film in East London and is currently working on two screenplays, The Mysteries and Fair Access. He also writes the Oh/Cult section for Brokenshark.co.uk.
The film director Akira Kurosawa was often called The Emperor. In Ran, we only need to bear witness to the demonic majesty that depicts the slaughter of Lord Hidetora Ichimonji’s retinue on the...
Watching The Fabelmans is such a bitter pill to swallow. You’ll love it and loathe it in equal measure. The sheer exhilaration from watching the young Steven Spielberg discover his genius for film...
Set in the American Midwest in 1985, much of Noah Baumbach’s White Noise is dominated by an “Airborne Toxic Event” unleashed from a Spielbergian head-on collision between a freight train and...
Lydia Tár is a colossus. She is a self-made maestro, her peerless achievements carefully curated by herself via Wikipedia and an extended interview with Adam Gopnik at The New Yorker Festival. She...
If there was any justice in the world, then not only should Mia Goth be nominated for an Oscar for her titular performance in Pearl she should win hands down. Goth conceived the character alongside...
Emily Benetto has had enough of America’s bullshit. She’s barely existing in Los Angeles, drowning in student debt to the tune of $70,000 and can’t get a well-paid job because of a felony...
Thirty years on, Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me is still the film that haunts me the most. I can feel it scratching behind my eyes, screaming in my ears and shrieking at my soul. Consciously, I’m...
We’re hurtling through fire in 1933, the hyperspace of hell circling a forlorn automobile, winding its way to the Hollywood Hills in search of false salvation. Inside, a young Norma Jean watches...
As my mood fluctuates wildly between hatred, despair, and grief due to wretched state of the UK under this despicable Tory government, I have increasingly found myself drawn to the horror genre on...
There are many indelible images in David Cronenberg’s Crimes of the Future but none so tortuous as Viggo Mortensen’s performance artist, Saul Tenser, contorted on a feeding chair grown from bone...
