Favourites

The Andromeda Strain

(1969, Crichton)

I generally avoid Science Fiction because it almost never gets the science right. A–S is pretty good though. Based on a fascinating idea, it has reasonably good science (for the 1960s) and is only spoilt by a flaccid ending: it would have been much better had the “safety nuke” under the lab complex gone off despite everyone's frantic efforts. Andromeda was the first of many Crichton SF thrillers — a shame the rest never matched it. Carl Sagan's Contact (1985) also has some good science. Its central idea of messages hidden in Transcendental Numbers is brilliant, but unfortunately the religious tangents and overall sentimentality is a drag

American Visions

(1997, Hughes)

Maybe not as famous as his earlier The Shock of the New (1980), but by only focusing on the development of visual art in the USA, the narrative has a deeper focus and ideas are explored in greater detail. A fun read and like a lot of Hughes' other work, it is knowledgeable and wildly opinionated. Unfortunately it's also hampered by a blindness toward popular art–forms like photography (only rates a page or two) or movies (which are completely ignored). Aside: on pp.250–252 Hughes praises John Singer Sargent's El Jaleo (1882), and rightly so. How many people are aware that John Wayne recreated this painting as a tableau in a scene in his movie The Alamo (1960)?

America's Forgotten Pandemic: The Influenza of 1918

(1976, Crosby)

The standard reference on the 1918–20 pandemic. A bit dated in its understanding of how the virus works (eg. there is nothing on cytokine storms), or the location of ground zero (currently thought to be Haskell County, Kansas), yet it meticulously reconstructs the progress of H1N1 across the USA, Alaska and Oceania. I reread it in 2020 during the COVID–19 pandemic and the parallels with 1919 are sobering. John M Barry's more recent The Great Influenza (2004) is also worth a read, although parts I and IX are useless padding and should be skipped

Anna Karenina

(1877, Tolstoy)

The Cranky Count at the height of his powers. What it lacks in scope — it's just a yarn about bourgeois adultery — it makes up for with its incredible psychological depth, at times even breaking into stream of consciousness to depict the inner turmoils of Anna, Alexi or Kostya. Thankfully it is also (mostly) free of the philosophising and tangential waffle which bogs down so much of War and Peace (1869), or the self–righteous moralising which spoiled nearly all of his later work. Speaking of things Leo Nickolayevich, see also Henri Troyat's spectacularly detailed biography: Tolstoy (1967)

Anxious Decades

(1992, Parrish)

One of the better academic accounts of the Roaring Twenties and Great Depression in the USA. Unambiguously left–leaning, it still covers a lot of ground to explore the popular culture and parade of big names; the social and economical upheaval; the endless political machinations, and especially the ethical dishonesty of the US Supreme Court. Unsurprisingly a lot of the Twenties material is lifted from Frederick Lewis Allen's Only Yesterday (1931), another favourite. Allen's followup Since Yesterday (1939) continues with a social history of the Great Depression, written while it was still happening

Assignment in Utopia

(1937, Lyons)

Lyons was the United Press correspondent in Moscow during 1928–34. Having secured his job via impeccable leftist credentials (eg. he wrote a book on the martyrdom of Sancco & Vanzetti), it is fascinating to watch the scales fall from his eyes as he relates one grim Soviet anecdote after another. The book also features rare eyewitness accounts of the era and an even rarer interview with Stalin, making it a unique reference about the NEP, early show-trials or first five-year-plan. For a full impact it should be read alongside An American Engineer in Stalin's Russia: The Memoirs of Zara Witkin: 1932-1934, a friend of Lyons who was in Moscow at the same time, and who chronicles his heroic (but futile) battles with Stalinist bureaucracy

Best Short Stories of Ring Lardner

(1957, Lardner)

While F. Scott Fitzgerald concentrated on the glitz and glamour of the Jazz Age, his friend Lardner dwelt on its murkier side: the Junior League baseball players; the clerks, shopkeepers and assorted Babbittry; the frustrated girlfriends and wives; Irish cops, petty bootleggers and other Prohibition rat–bags. The stories are mostly satirical and funny, but there is always a hint of despair, and sometimes even a vague foreboding of the Great Depression around the corner

Big Bangs

(2001, Goodall)

The book to accompany the 2000 television series, examining five turning points in the development of western music. Obviously it is far more detailed and analytical than the TV show, for Goodall knows his stuff and is not afraid to show it. Luckily he does it with a light touch. In fact it's a relief to find a contemporary artist (in this case a composer) who can elaborate on the history of his field with such humour and warmth

Chaplin: His life and Art

(1985, Robinson)

Chaplin was one of the great but seriously flawed geniuses of the 20th century. Like most comedians his humour grew out of despair, here a childhood in the slums of Victorian London, where he and his brothers were abandoned by an alcoholic father and (ultimately) insane mother. As an adult there were the hugely popular movies, failed marriages, sex & political scandals, and eventually finding the love of his life in Oona O'Neill when he was fifty–four. Robinson's book is balanced and dares to show glimpses of his subject's darker side, unlike Chaplin's own Autobiography (1964), which at times reads like clippings from a celebrity gossip magazine

Daily Life in Ancient Rome

(1941, Carcopino)

The capital city of an empire which lasted centuries, yet so much is unknown about it. Carcopino's book — practically the only one of its kind — tries to capture what it was like to live there, and he does it reasonably well. What I found most fascinating was learning the majority of Rome's one million inhabitants were hopelessly idle. Unemployed and politically marginalised, they spent all their time collecting handouts or howling at Colosseum spectacles, or shivering in eight–storey tenement slums so poorly built that they would often collapse in a strong wind

Extraordinary Popular Delusions & the Madness of Crowds

(1841, Mackay)

A famous book, mainly for its analyses of the 1636–7 Tulip Mania and 1720 South Sea Bubble. Yet there is so much other good stuff: the chapters on the Crusades are hilarious (and eventually led me to Runciman), while the sections on Witchcraft or London Fads are difficult to read without shaking your head. Another interesting thing is that Mackay uses such wonderfully arcane high–Victorian language that at times you can't help laughing

The Family of Man

(1955, Steichen)

The book of the 1955 MOMA photographic exhibition, which inspired a generation of candid photographers. Some might sneer at its overly sympathetic and optimistic tone, but only misanthropes would wish to depict everyday people any other way. That said it is disappointing there are no colour images, or to notice (with adult eyes) that more than ¾ of the images are posed. A Day in the life of Australia (1981) also has its flaws, but it's a fascinating time–capsule of the early 80's and a lot of the colour photography is beautiful

The Great Crash 1929

(1954, Galbraith)

Focuses on the supreme meltdown of the Roaring Twenties: the Wall Street panic in October 1929. Thoroughly researched and documented (Galbraith still had access to key players), there is one curious omission: he seems to gloss over billions of dollars of Great War debt repayments flooding into the USA. Meanwhile for a more in–depth analysis of pre–crash shenanigans by Wall Street operators, nothing beats Ferdinand Pecora's Wall Street Under Oath (1939) and Once in Golconda (1969) by John Brooks

The Great Shark Hunt

(1979, Thompson)

Oh–ho–ho… A collection of short stories and articles by HST before the drugs dulled his edge. Hilarious, random and anarchistic, but also intelligent and with something to say, unlike more recent Gonzo Wannabes like P.J. O'Rouke. With Hunter S. you get the impression that deep down he was a bit of a moralist who really did care about the state of his country, even if you also marvel at his kamikaze–like self destructiveness

The Guns of August

(1962, Tuchman)

Should be read alongside Edmnund Taylor's The Fall of the Dynasties (1963) for a thorough analysis of the diplomatic manoeuvring which filled ten million graves by the end of the Great War. Tuchman also wrote a couple of other favourites: A Distant Mirror (1978), a Francocentric history of the Fourteenth century, and The March of Folly (1984), a perceptive analysis of historical bungles until it too gets bogged down in Vietnam

The Heart of Hamlet

(1960, Grebanier)

I lean more towards Ibsen than Shakespeare. Yet Grebanier's book is an old favourite because it so ruthlessly dissects Ye Bard's play and the many absurd myths surrounding it. It also puts the boot into Laurence Olivier for his cracked interpretation of the Prince. All good fun, and the full text of the play at the rear of the book is riddled with pages of footnotes and asides. BTW speaking of whacko interpretations, check out the backstage existentialism in Stoppard's Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead

A History of the Crusades

(1954, Runciman)

At @ 1300 pages, Runciman has everything you could possibly want to know about the Crusades, and then some. The rise and fall of Outremer; the twilight of Byzantium; Mongol tourism in extremis; Papal/ Italian city–state/ Holy Roman Empire intrigues — it is all here in stunning pre Politically Correct detail. Another interesting read is The Leper King and his Heirs (2000) by Bernard Hamilton, which uses more recent scholarship to re–examine the reign of Baldwin IV in the last years of the Kingdom of Jerusalem (the era loosely depicted in the movie The Kingdom of Heaven (2005))

Lindbergh

(1999, Berg)

The Pulitzer prize winning biography of one of the more enigmatic characters of the 20th century. CL was an autodidact with profound self–discipline and curiosity, and yet could also be aloof and a borderline white–supremacist. Some of Berg's descriptions are beautifully written, especially the 1927 trans–Atlantic flight or the 1932 baby kidnap saga. Unfortunately no mention is made of Lindbergh's seven illegitimate children from three German mistresses (a family secret only confirmed by DNA analysis in 2003). I guess the Lone Eagle wasn't quite as solitary as everyone thought…

The Loneliest Mountain

(1989, Hall & Chester)

What happens when a bunch of flaky Australian environmentalists, more used to charity work in koala–suits than planning an expedition, decide to climb an Antarctic mountain in 1988. Basically you get a woolly–headed shambles from start to finish (eg. on the way back they managed to hit an iceberg, then got so blown off course they actually ended up in New Zealand). Luckily Chester was a talented photographer, while Hall used the 1988 experience to earn further distinction on Mt Everest in 2006.

Louise Brooks: A Biography

(1989, Paris)

The downward trajectory of a brilliant and gorgeous woman, who turned her back on love and success to completely self–destruct. Paris' book also captures the heady atmosphere of the Roaring Twenties quite well; in New York, Hollywood and Weimar Germany. Toward the end of her life "Brooksie" wrote intelligent movie–criticism articles with a strangely narcissistic tone — see for example her The Other face of W.C. Fields (1971). She also gets her own chapter alongside Clara Bow, Coco Chanel, Lois Long and Zelda Fitzgerald in Zeitz's Flapper: A Madcap Story of Sex, Style, Celebrity… (2006), an interesting study of "flaming youth" before the lights went out

The Making of the Atomic Bomb

(1986, Rhodes)

An intricate story about the Manhattan Project, as well how science was harnessed by good–natured men to create devices to incinerate entire cities. Alongside The Bomb, Rhodes broadens his narrative into the industrialisation of war in the 20th Century; eg. area–bombing or the engineering behind Oak Ridge. He also spends a lot of time discussing the output of all this technology: the efficient production of megacorpses. Rereading the book in 2024, my only criticism is that there is far too much filler in the early sections which should have been edited out. A few years later Rhodes wrote a follow–up about the Hydrogen Bomb in Dark Sun (1996). Sadly it lacks the focus and indignation of his earlier book and far too much time is spent on Soviet espionage and not enough on Teller and Ulam. The third book in the series — Arsenals of Folly (2007) — is an improvement, especially in the descriptions of the diplomatic manoeuvring which led to START I

A Man on the Moon

(1998, Chaikin)

As a counterpoint to the Cold-War Nuclear Terror, Chaikin narrates one of the great triumphs of civilisation, the Apollo Moon program of 1967–72. Each mission is covered in detail, and about half way through you realise you are reading about an achievement which will endure forever. Chaikin mainly focuses on the public face of the project — the astronauts — but thankfully Murray & Cox Apollo: The Race to the Moon (1989) tells the story from the other side: the technicians and engineers who made it all happen. What I find fascinating about Apollo was the ferocious effort put into simulation training: many astronauts claimed it was so intense that it almost turned the actual missions into an anti–climax

Michelangelo and the Pope's Ceiling

(2003, King)

A panel by panel analysis of Michelangelo's fresco on the ceiling of the Sistine chapel in the Vatican. It also carefully debunks the myth that the work was done by a single man, for Buonarroti had an entire team of tradesmen and apprentices to do the lesser scenes or flat areas of colour. Thankfully King goes easy on another lazy myth — that of Michelangelo's supposed “homosexuality”. The bloke never married and painted a lot of male nudes, so he must have been queer, right?…

One Summer: America, 1927

(2014, Bryson)

A good history of America in 1927 for the general reader. The narrative is episodic and far too much time is spent on sport (boxing and baseball), but it's a good collection of anecdotes and character studies at the tail-end of the 1920s… before the crash

The Origins of The Second World War

(1962, Taylor)

Greeted with hoots of derision on publication, Taylor argues that WWII grew as much out of Western ineptitude as it did from Nazi aggression. To me his points seem self-evident: Hitler didn't operate in a vacuum; the Treaty of Versailles was a joke; the League of Nations a useless talking shop; and career–fixated bureaucrats always choose appeasement over conflict. Taylor's next work, The First World War: An Illustrated History (1963), again raised eyebrows. Another iconoclastic favourite still in print, some of the photo captions are savagely ironic

Scott and Amundsen

(1979, Huntford)

Still the best dual biography of polar explorers Amundsen and Scott. It thoroughly debunks the Scott–as–hero myth to reveal him as a muddle–headed middle–manager, albeit with some charisma. Many have toiled furiously to refute this (see for example Fiennes: Captain Scott or Solomon: The Coldest March), yet the facts speak for themselves: the Norwegians got to the Pole and back without trouble; Scott's team stumbled and suffered all the way, and then died of gangrene, scurvy and starvation on the way back

Sergeant Lawrence goes to France

(1987, Lawrence, Ed. Yule)

Cyril Lawrence was an Australian engineer who served in Gallipoli in 1915 and on the Western front from 1916 to January 1919. Of all the Great War memoirs, this is my favourite. An edited collection of letters and journal entries, he writes with brilliant clarity about what he saw, experienced and felt. His leave-visits to England or Paris also provide a fascinating glimpse of the era. As a companion piece, my choice from among the more famous subaltern memoirs is Guy Chapman's A Passionate Prodigality (1933). Again directness and clarity is used to tell the story, rather than the typical Oxbridge aestheticism of Owen, Sassoon, Blunden etc.

Skunk Works

(1996, Rich & Janos)

Ben Rich tells the story of the Lockheed Advanced Development Projects Unit, where the U2 and SR-71 spy planes were designed and built, and where also the F117A stealth fighter was developed. It's Boy's Own stuff for sure, but some of the anecdotes are hilarious (eg. at the height of the Cold War, the CIA set up a raft of dummy corporations to secretly purchase Titanium for their spy-planes from the CCCP) or eye-opening (the endless problems they had getting the SR-71 to cruise at Mach 3.2 without incinerating the pilots). Big Blues: the Unmaking of IBM (1993) is another interesting corporate history, this time about how one of the world's great technology companies self-destructed due to endless team playing and bureaucracy

The Story of Art

(1995, Gombrich)

A brilliant overview of the development of western art over the last four thousand years: the Classical period; Middle Ages; Renaissance; Enlightenment; Modernism… it's all here. My only real gripe is against its overly judicious tone (no opinionated writing here!), and that the narrative stops in the 1920s, just when things get interesting. In 2022 Katy Hessel piggybacked onto the fame of Gombrich's work to advance a separatist agenda in her “The Story of Art Without Men”

Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman!

(1985, Feynman)

Rhodes book (see above) dwelt on the dark side of Science; Feynman explores its brighter side with fun and exuberance. A transcript of a bunch of audio interviews, the chapters can be somewhat disjointed, but the picture that emerges is one of a loopy and mischievous bloke who also happened to be a brilliant physicist. Along the way he cracked safes at Los Alamos, challenged an abacus expert at mental cube-roots (and won), played the bongo semi-professionally and eventually shared a Nobel Prize for Physics in 1965. If you think all Scientists are dullards, then read this to get a More Enlightened Perspective

The Worst Journey in the World

(1922, Cherry-Garrard)

An eyewitness account of Scott's 1911 Antarctic expedition, and arguably one of the best travel books ever written. It is also the first and final nail in every Scott–apologist's coffin — they might carp at Huntford being an unqualified Anglophobe, but they can't dismiss Cherry, who admired Scott and was actually there. Some of C-G's descriptions of the frozen continent are beautiful, and his muted criticism of expedition's shortcomings are very sobering. The book actually takes its name from a horror sledging expedition to collect Emperor Penguin eggs, which departed mid-winter in 24hr darkness. BTW the documentary La Marche de l'empereur (2005) explores the difficult life of Emperor Penguins and gives an idea of what CG and co went through

Ägget är löst!

(1975, Alfredson)

After an argument with his teenage son, Max Von Sydow ties him up and throws him into a lake. Instead of drowning, the boy gets stuck upright, with his head just above water. His arms and legs are bound, so he cannot move. He calls for help but no-one comes. Days, weeks pass. Water-plants grow around him and fish come to live in the folds of his clothing. Eventually he becomes integrated into the aquatic environment. Seasons pass. When in winter the lake freezes over, he hibernates; ice-skaters trip over the bump formed by his head. With Spring the ice thaws and he finally breaks free… I saw this film over thirty years ago and I still find this sequence astounding

Amadeus

(1984, Forman)

Okay we all know Peter Shaffer's play is a period fantasy littered with historical inaccuracies, but Forman's movie is done with such vigour and attention to period detail that you've got to love it. WAM as a giggling pop-star? Why not? Favourite anachronisms? The non-performer orchestra conductors (a century too early) plus musicians depicted using period instruments, yet the soundtrack blasts from steel-strings (they would have actually used catgut, which gives a much gentler sound)

L' Appartement

(1996, Mimouni)

Usually French( movie+director ) = Bullshit. Thankfully Mimouni did a fascinating and stylish job. The timeline runs forwards and backwards, and for a while you really do wonder just who is doing what to whom. But you get Paris in winter and peak Monica Bellucci with black bobbed hair, miniskirts and red high-heels… Almost a decade later the movie was remade in a Chicago suburban context as Wicker Park (2004) → avoid. Finally, if "Paris in winter with Monica-babe" is too lovey-dovey, then Julie Delpy's 2 Days in Paris (2007) should set you right

Artificial Intelligence: AI

(2001, Kubrick & Spielberg)

Despite the Spielberg credit, this has Kubrick's fingerprints all over it. Some might hesitate at the child-focused Pinocchio theme, but look deeper — Ai continues Kubrick's pet obsession with human evolution, this time into sentient machines (as opposed to 2001's "star-child"). BTW for a really cracked retelling of Collodi's fairy-tale, check out Pinocchio (2002). I advise wearing earplugs though, for director/star Benigni spends the entire film yelling…

Band of Brothers (TV Series)

(2001, Frankel et al.)

Private Ryan done right. 700+ minutes, but thankfully spread over ten parts so you don't have to digest it all in one go. IMO it is the best WWII movie made from a USA perspective, encompassing the period from training in England prior to D-Day, until de-mobilisation following VJ. The way lead actor Damian Lewis grows in moral authority as the story progresses is amazing. BTW for a more meandering and poetic take on WWII, about two hours of Terrence Malick's The Thin Red Line (1998) is also brilliant

Baraka

(1992, Fricke)

Probably the least preachy among the non-verbal “atsi” films. Beautiful 70mm cinematography, brilliant editing and a range of urban, industrial, Third World and natural locations. My favourite sequences are the Balinese Kecak dance/chant, the “breathing” traffic in Manhattan, and the (almost) bell ringing at the Ryoan-Ji Temple in Kyoto. Samsara (2012) should have been better (cinematography-wise it was), but the large amount of deadpan posing for the camera is annoying

Barry Lyndon

(1975, Kubrick)

There are many favourite Kubrick films, but BL gets the nod because: (i) it is such a wild non sequitur after A Clockwork Orange (1971); (ii) John Alcott's brilliant cinematography with a Zeiss ƒ0.7; (iii) its fanatically perfectionist recreation of 18th century Europe. Not only the sets and costumes, but even the timing evokes the era, in huge contrast to knowingly anachronistic rip-offs like Plunkett & Macleane (1999) or (shudder) Marie Antoinette (2006). Okay not everyone admires the incredibly slow pace, but some critics and filmmakers do =)

Best Years of Our Lives

(1946, Wyler)

What happened after the Band of Brothers got home. It takes a while to get going and it is a bit soapie in parts, but Gregg Toland's deep focus cinematography; the sense of waste; the reluctance to rejoin society; unemployed Dana Andrews wandering through a field of scrapped aeroplanes, Frederick March drifting towards alcoholism, Harold Russell trying to cope with the amputation of both hands… amazing. The post-Vietnam (and miserable) Coming Home (1978) tries hard to explore similar ground, but isn't in the same league

Blade Runner 2049

(2017, Villeneuve)

Call me a heretic, but I prefer the sequel to the (constantly revised) original (1982). The world-building of the new film has greater structure and depth, while the holographic character Joy is (IMO!) far more attractive than the limpid Rachel in the original. Of course Ryan Gosling is as wooden as ever, but the other actors do their jobs well. The film also looks and sounds fantastic in 4K–UHD, and love how they still included some Hungarian dialogue as the far out future street–slang

Brief Encounter

(1945, Lean)

What fascinates about Lean and Coward's film is its severely repressed Anglo Bourgeois sexuality. When the couple should have been Collaborating Horizontally, instead they wasted each other's time corralled in a friend–zone. Those who swoon at the platonic romanticism of this, or else balk at its hypocrisy, misunderstand the film's central point: If You Have An Unhappy Marriage Then Do Something About It. Thankfully the message wasn't lost on the makers of the B-E inspired Falling in Love (1984)

Cast Away

(2000, Zemeckis)

It is not an extended shill for FedEx, nor some bloke stuck on an island with Wilson the Volleyball. Quite simply CA is a brilliant metaphor for terminal illness. Seriously. Ever wonder what people go through when the biopsies come back? This is it, The Phases of Grief in pictures: busy-busy Flying High, then Crash, Abandonment, Bitterness, but also — with time and luck — Acceptance and maybe even Escape. I'm amazed such a hopeful film about this topic was ever made by anyone, let alone mainstream Hollywood

Chernobyl

(2019, Mazin)

Grim. Bleak. Brilliant! Having read numerous articles and watched documentaries about the Reactor 4 meltdown in April 1986, the 2019 HBO TV mini-series best explains what a horror-show the man-made accident was. The final episode, where Jared Harris provides detailed evidence during a hearing about what caused the accident, is also the most comprehensive explanation I have ever seen. The series also does a magnificent job paying homage to the thousands of “liquidators” who gave their lives to contain the disaster (as much as possible)

Collateral

(2004, Mann)

Made 9 years after Mann's Heat (1995), it is a much better structured movie and has most of the relationship waffle stripped out. Tom Cruise is also more chilling as the hit-man psychopath: No, I shot him. Bullets and the fall killed him. Another interesting crime movie is The French Connection (1971), with its cool documentary style cinematography by Owen Roizman. Just don't think too hard about how they lit the interiors…

Летят журавли

(1957, Калатозов)

Rodchenko at 24fps. This B&W Soviet WWII drama features some of the most dazzling camera-work prior to CGI. The spiral tracking shot up the staircase; the single take from the interior of a crowded bus to overfly a column of roaring tanks; the conscription and welcome-home crowd scenes; the death-rattle fantasy of a longed-for marriage which never had a chance to happen… amazing! What impresses even more is that it was made without the usual Commie Agitprop, at a time when both sides were working hard to eliminate each other. A classic way ahead of its time, it is disappointing it has never made any of the top 100 lists

The Crown (TV Series)

(2016–23, Morgan et.al.)

Came to the party late on this because I assumed it was just an upmarket version of Downton Abbey (2010–15). Not so. Alongside the pomp and Saxe–Coburg–Gotha pageantry, it chronicles their dysfunction, cruelty, sabotaged relationships and — amazingly for a prestige TV production — has the courage to parallel the decline of Great Britain with the irrelevance of EIIR. No surprise a CIIIR aide dismissed it as trolling on a Hollywood budget. Interesting real–life companion pieces are The Duke: A Portrait of Prince Philip (2008) with a deceptively down–to–earth HRH driving around Windsor estate, and the rarely seen BBC documentary (dramatised in Season 3) The Royal Family (1969), which drew so much heat it was buried in 1977

The Elephant Man

(1980, Lynch)

A brilliant early effort from Lynch. Toning down the industrial-bleakness of Eraserhead (1977), it is the story of the ultimate Victorian social outcast, Joseph Merrick. Yet what could have easily been an art-school freak-show, instead becomes a sensitive portrayal of a man adrift in laissez-faire England. As it was only Lynch's second feature, great things were expected. Alas he flopped with Dune (1984) and then imploded during Blue Velvet (1986). BTW the executive producer on T.E.M. was comedian Mel Brooks (!), the same man responsible for Young Frankenstein (see below)

Gold Diggers of 1933

(1933, LeRoy & Berkeley)

It is hard to find a decent film about the Depression made while it was still happening. Dead End (1937) was good but stagey (I made sure to visit the “River House” when in NYC in 2017); The Grapes of Wrath (1940) was safely delivered after the storm; while Hallelujah I'm a Bum (1933) was a trivialisation which alienated everybody. GDo1933 might appear to be escapist fluff, but look closer — director LeRoy never let the economic disaster drift out of sight. The New Deal aphorisms; the hints of poverty-driven prostitution; the long line of men tramping to Remember My Forgotten Man; Berkeley's kaleidoscopic dance routines, in which everyone appears to be trapped in an uncontrollable machine… We're in the Money! — oh no they weren't

Kagemusha

(1980, Kurosawa)

I prefer Kurosawa's underrated 1980 film to his more famous Seven Samurai (1954), mainly due to its colour cinematography and more personal tone. Many (including the director) might claim it was just a dress rehearsal for Ran (1985), but there is more to Kagemusha than that: the false-identity plot; the thief's insecurity in living up to his master's greatness; the son who cannot escape his father's shadow; the waves of unknown enemies attacking in darkness; the army sent to its destruction; the thief's cruel rejection and final sacrifice… clearly there was more on the director's mind than just a simple “trial-run”

The Lego Batman Movie

(2017, McKay)

The film we all needed to counter the stentorian earnestness of Nolan's Batman trilogy (2005–12). Crazy kaleidoscopic animation, twisted jokes and dozens of references to Caped Crusader lore. It's no surprise Morgan Freeman regards this film as his favourite Batman movie

Léon

(1994, Besson)

Jean Reno has the world's coolest job; Gary Oldman is Captain Nut–case; and 12yr old Natalie Portman peaks as the bob–haired girl of every teenage boy's dreams. The original theatrical release is greatly superior to the Uncut International Version, mainly because it had nearly all the WTAF creepy “love story” cut out of it due to poor audience previews

The Lion in Winter

(1968, Harvey)

Watching "Eleanor of Aquitaine", "Henry II" and "Cœur de Lion" tear great strips off each other is hilarious. Recently remade for TV, the new movie is an interesting counterpoint in that it uses the same dialogue as the original, but in a far less insulting manner. BTW the 1968 "Lion" is a bit of a sequel to Becket (1964), where O'Toole got his first chance to chew the scenery as the Angevin Henry

Match Point

(2005, Allen)

Most of Allen's films tend to capsize from the sheer amount of talk, but MP is unusual in its restraint. Despite unfavourable comparisons with Crimes and Misdemeanours (1989), it is still pretty good. For beneath the simple Adultery Gone Wrong plot is a bitter critique of yuppiedom before the GFC, where people are discarded as easily as last year's mobile phone. The self-absorption, conceit, cruelty, lies and then horror when Rhys-Meyers realises he cannot escape it, is priceless. 2005 must have been a big year for yuppie–baiting: Kristin Scott Thomas as a shopaholic solicitor's wife in Chromophobia (2005); Nicholas Cage as the target of projectile junk-food in The Weather Man (2005)

Mister Roberts

(1955, Ford & LeRoy)

It is fascinating to compare this film with The Caine Mutiny (1954). Both have malevolent Captains, but Caine suggests that bad leaders can still be decent men, and that ultimately The System Is Alright. No such thing with M-R, whose James Cagney is hopelessly rotten, as is the bureaucratic apparatus which nurtures him and destroys Henry Fonda. Aside from its political undertones, the film is also plain fun — cowardly Jack Lemon going out of his way to avoid Cagney; William Powell at his laconic best

Mr Robot (TV Series)

(2015–9, Esmail et.al.)

The first time I tried to watch the Season One I gave up in disgust because of the contrived he's mentally ill and imagining this plot–device. But a couple of years later I tried again and was hooked. For alongside the drug–abuse, hacking and DDoS attacks, it's also a devastating critique of big–tech, banking, Chinese–ascendancy and late–stage capitalism. I have become such a fan that whenever I go to an Apple Store, I usually wear my Fsociety t–shirt as an in–joke. Once a store employee recognised the reference and greeted me with Welcome to Evil Corp !

My Fair Lady

(1964, Cukor)

Don't be fooled by the studio gloss, for beneath its carefully polished surface this 70mm bonbon ticks with misanthropy and social mayhem. Everyone has such contempt for everyone else that they sing about it, in detail. Even the love songs have a dark twist: Freddy adores Eliza precisely because he knows nothing about her. Audrey Hepburn is luminous, until they dress her up for the Grand Ball to look like an aluminium Christmas tree, whereas Rex Harrison's Professor Higgins is a masterpiece of barely repressed psychopathy

Narcos

(2015—17, Bernard, Brancato & Miro)

Series 1 & 2 chronicle the rise and fall of Drug Tzar Pablo Escobar, with Series 3 focusing on the Cali Cartel. Shot mostly on location in Columbia (and later in Mexico), you are really given a feeling for what it was like to be there. Brilliant verité cinematography mixed in with some decent action, its a great overview of the 1980s cocaine trade, but lacks the broader multi-thematic approach of HBO's The Wire (see below)

Network

(1976, Lumet)

Paddy Chayefsky's script is the real star here: a satire of TV and Corporate values, bristling with sarcasm and bitterness. It is also an early critique of the role of television in distracting, reassuring and ultimately tranquillising society. Although dismissed by a few snooty critics for being as vulgar as the medium it satirises, who would have imagined it would become a Reality TV manifesto?… I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore! Indeed

Oh! What a Lovely War

(1969, Attenborough)

A scathing condemnation of the Great War, with songs, laughter and despair. To be honest I hated this film when I was young. I didn't know much about WWI, so I wrote it off as a crass trivialisation. Yeah well, it took twenty years for the penny to drop. The soldiers singing as they dig their own mass-graves; the cricket-score casualty figures (Ground Gained: 0 Yards); Red Vanessa's self-parody soap-box oration; the relentless use of actual Haig quotes; and then the closing sequence in the Field of Crosses… staggering. For a long time the film was hard to get on DVD, in early 2008 I had to import a region-2 copy from HMV in the UK

Our Hospitality

(1923, Blystone & Keaton)

Keaton (and to a lesser extent Chaplin) managed to avoid obsolescence by creating incredibly elaborate gags where you laugh as much at the “mechanism” as the joke. Although The General (1927) is considered Keaton's better film, O-H won me over when I saw the gimcrack train Keaton had to ride to get home: at one stage using completely mismatched wheels to cope with warped and buckled tracks. This is almost as insane as the open–air cocktail lounge at the rear of W.C. Fields aeroplane, in Never Give a Sucker an Even Break (1941)

The Pianist

(2002, Polansky)

Schindler's List (1993) was very good, but Polansky's film has a more authentic European feel. It is also a more balanced work, extending its themes beyond the holocaust to the effects of war on all sides. BTW the 2023 4K–UHD restoration is amazing. Admittedly Polansky could be an uneven filmmaker (eg. Che? (1972)), another favourite is Tess (1979), with its brilliant cinematography and art direction, and a sad reminder of Nastassja Kinski before the cigarettes, alcohol, night-clubs and marriages

The Public Eye

(1992, Franklin)

Set in 1940s New York and loosely based on the life of press-photographer Arthur Fellig, it is one of the few movies which captures the main point of photojournalism — something more thoughtful than "click" and move on. Lead actor Joe Pesci also does an excellent job portraying the self-sufficient and manic obsessive nature of artistic creativity — definitely not a life for Those Who Like To Play In Teams

Ryan's Daughter

(1970, Lean)

Excoriated by New Hollywood evangelists (eg. Kael & Ebert), yet it is easily the most beautiful and subtle of Lean's films. Many missed the point that the story wasn't really about the 1916 Troubles, but rather a simple love-triangle done on a spectacularly epic scale; with the music and Freddie Young's 70mm cinematography used to capture the emotional highs and lows of the relationship, nothing more. All the lingering shots of beach, ocean, sunlight, seagulls, storms etc. might be sentimental overkill, but what can you expect from a director who married six times. Appropriately enough, the Spanish/ English Blu–ray transfer is also stunning, although am not holding my breath there will ever be a 4K–UHD version

Sicario

(2015, Villeneuve)

Ho–ho, crank up the testosterone blockers for it's Taylor Sheridan time. The movie is a relentless, take–no–prisoners ride from the drug–house corpses at the beginning to the assassination of the Mexican cartel chief at the end. The shoot–out at the Bridge of Americas at the US/ Mexico border is also so intense that it inspired a mission in Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II (2022). Sheridan has written (and directed) a few other good films, Hell or High Water (2016) or Wind River (2017), but Villeneuve gives Siccario the cohesion, intensity and relentlessness that these films lack

Tenet

(2020, Nolan)

James Bond with Sator Squares, time–inversions and temporal pincer movements. Critics hated the complexity, while others complained about the loud explosions and at times incomprehensible dialogue. I have no problem with any of this, mainly because my 4K–UHD version has much clearer audio. Typical for Nolan the timeline is twisty complicated, and occasionally the reverse–entropy science is a little wobbly, but otherwise it's one long rush filled with brilliant ideas. It also shows there is far more to Robert Pattinson than (ugh) Twilight (2008)

There will be Blood

(2007, Anderson)

Paul Thomas Anderson has made some annoying and pretentious movies, but “TwbB” isn't one of them. Based loosely on Upton Sinclair's 1927 novel, which itself was inspired by the Teapot Dome scandal. Great stuff for 1920s wonks, with Paul Dano shrieking and wailing and Daniel Day Lewis chewing the scenery and anyone who gets in his way. I drink your milkshake! Indeed. Albert B. Fall rides again

Tokyo Vice (TV Series)

(2022–4, Rogers)

Who knew Ansel Elgort could actually act? He was pretty good in Baby Driver (2017) and Spielberg's underrated West Side Story (2021), but here he lets rip as the sole gaijin reporter at a major Japanese newspaper. The plot centres around exposing the rottenness and corruption wrought by the Yakuza. Particularly impressive is a scam where people take out loans they cannot repay, and are then driven to suicide so the criminals can reap the life–insurance. Across two series T.V brilliantly captures the stultifying rigidity of Japanese society, especially the ritual obedience required toward your “superiors”

Touch of Evil

(1958, Welles)

Citizen Kane (1941) is the obvious choice, but I find ToE more interesting. Welles used his last opportunity as a Hollywood director to run amok. The result is a noir freak-show, a patchy extravagance loaded with self–deprecating humour, Kane references, seediness, failure and despair — just like Welles' life. C'mon, tell me my future!" he barks at Dietrich, Honey, you haven't got one… she calmly replies (maybe she had seen the rushes for Ferry To Hong Kong (1959)?). Other noir favourites are Scarlet Street (1945), with Edward G. Robinson destroyed by a cruel and shallow woman; and Odd Man Out (1947), with James Mason on the run as a wounded IRA operative, in wildly expressionistic Dublin

Trzy kolory: Bialy

(1994, Kieslowski)

Of all the films about the 1989-93 Eastern Bloc social transition, TkB captures the spirit of the era best. Maybe it is not as popular or artistically ambitious as the other films in the "Red, White and Blue" trilogy, but the wintry mood, melancholy humour and shady black-market / real-estate dealings make it far more entertaining. The presence of goddess (and nobody's fool) Julie Delpy also helps. Other retro commie favourites are Das Leben der Anderen (2006) and L'affaire Farewell (2009); both sombre reminders of the crushing claustrophobia and paranoia during the final years of Marxist Leninism

Война и мир

(1968, Бондарчук)

Выдающийся! 402 minutes and a twenty thousand extras, making it perhaps the most expensive and elaborate film ever made. Admittedly there are a few "Clumsy Soviet" edits and camera moves, but these are compensated for by dozens of beautiful moments: eg. Natasha's dance while her uncle plays the guitar; the lateral tracking shot during the battle of Borodino (probably inspired by Roubaud's panoramic painting); the Burning and then Retreat from Moscow. Despite Mosfilm semi-restoring the movie in 2003, the image quality is still rough. The Russian language 5.1 soundtrack is pretty good though, and is the only way to watch the film (the English dub is weird). In 1970 Bondarchuk marshalled the Soviet Army again to tackle Bonaparte from the other side, this time in Waterloo (1970). A sequel of sorts, it is also a pretty good film, provided you can forgive the “rocking horse” battle close-ups…

Smultronstället

(1957, Bergman)

In a series of dreams an old man reflects upon his life's disappointments and wasted opportunities. Heavy stuff, but amazingly for Bergman it is done with a light touch. The usual doom and gloom is replaced with humour, warmth and (gasp) hope. Since most of the film is a road-trip, the characters even get to move about, free of the posed rigidity which suffocated Saint Ingmar's later works. The famous dream sequences are also some of the most believable and haunting in cinema — miles ahead of the Dali silliness in Spellbound (1945)

The Wire (TV Series)

(2002–8, Burns & Simon)

More a televisual novel about the decline of US cities, than a “Cops, Drugs & Robbers” show. Five seasons with five different themes, all tied together with characters from both sides of law and politics. A slow, angry burn — the writers had something to say and HBO actually let them say it. It's hard to watch Wendell Pierce in later work and not shout Bunk!, or Lance Reddick in the John Wyck series (2014–24) as the “mild mannered” concierge. The death of Michael Kenneth Williams (Omar!) by overdose in 2021 was especially tragic

Wolf Hall

(2015–24, Kosminsky)

Based on Hilary Mantel's books about the crises surrounding Henry VIII's penchant for instant-divorce, it's the flip side of the story told in A Man for All Seasons (1966). It posits the idea that maybe Thomas Chromwell wasn't hopelessly evil and Thomas Moore wasn't a mild and wise saint. Mark Rylance was a brilliant choice to play Chromwell: street smart, knowing when to be silent and when to act, and knowing when to be kind and when not. Season 2 was broadcast in 2024, based on The Mirror and the Light (2020) — will get it on blu–ray when it becomes available

Young Frankenstein

(1974, Brooks)

Is set in a mythical past so painstakingly stolen from Bride of Frankenstein (1935) that at times it looks like it was actually made in the 1930s. Brooks and Wilder's film delivers its humour on so many different levels: from childish puns to obscurity to the openly bizarre Kenneth Mars, whose Inspector Kemp appears to be from another planet. Best of all, the Putting on the Ritz vaudeville sequence is one of the funniest things you will ever see. Another more obvious comedy favourite is Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975), not so much for the "Black Knight" silliness, but rather the Marxist peasants, migrating coconuts and unexpected medieval authenticity

• Fred Astaire
• John Barry
• Beatles Magical Mystery Tour (1967)
• Beethoven
• Kate Bush
• The Cure Seventeen Seconds (1980)
• Phillip Glass
• George Harrison
• Hunters & Collectors Cut (1992)
• Steve Howe
• Natalie Imbruglia
• John Lydon
• Mahler Symphony No.10 (1911)
• David Mason
• Fiona McDonald A Different Hunger (1999)
• Metallica The Black Album (1991)
• Midnight Oil 10987654321 (1981)
• George Michael Older (1996)
• Kate Miller-Heidke
• Models Cut Lunch (1981)
• Mozart Don Giovanni (1787)
• Mike Oldfield
• Pearl Jam
• Steve Reich
• Linda Ronstadt
• Sex Pistols Never Mind the Bollocks (1977)
• Shostakovich Symphony No.5 (1937)
• Silverchair, after Diorama (2002)
• Sting Ten Summoner's Tales (1993)
• TISM
• U2 Auchtung Baby (1991)
• Yes