This was a very different trip to the cinema: I went to see a recording of Anton Chekhov’s stage play, filmed at the National Theatre in London and starring a couple of familiar faces including Emilia Clarke.
An ambitious, kaleidoscopic David Bowie documentary that’s both intoxicating and exhausting, Moonage Daydream is a glorious feast for the eyes and ears that throws everything but the kitchen sink onscreen.
Despite the slow deliberate pace and three-hour running time, I was completely captivated by this beautiful, layered adaptation of Haruki Murakami’s short story about infidelity, grief, art and the impenetrable mystery of other people’s lives and secrets.
Despite my usual cynicism about sequels and nostalgia, I thoroughly enjoyed this exhilarating and refreshingly old-fashioned blockbuster that improves on the original and, despite all odds, doesn’t feel like a shameless cash grab.
By today’s desensitised standards, this horror classic – often cited as the Scariest Movie of All Time – is kinda dated, kinda slow and not that terribly scary. But its most notorious scenes and moments still have a power to disturb.