Mel Brooks

Forget the World Cup. Forget Harry and Meghan’s bash. Forget the insane extremes in weather that will ultimately probably kill us all. Twenty-eighteen(...)

By the time you read this, this third instalment of this monstrously successful trilogy will be tipping the franchise toward the $1 billion mark; not (...)

David Lynch seldom smiles in photographs. His etched Easter Island statue of a face doesn’t glower so much as brood; lips pursed and eyes hooded, he l(...)

Lessons have been learnt. Back in 2014, some weeks after Brazil were thoroughly spanked by the Germans, Hollywood’s summer sputtered to a halt after t(...)

In the year since Michel Hazanavicius’s skewering of Jean-Luc Godard premiered to some acclaim at Cannes, critical attitudes have been hardening again(...)

Fifty years ago this month, Peter Lennon, the late Irish journalist and film-maker, did something very brave. He shouted back at Jean-Luc Godard. Len(...)

For many decades only a few Hollywood nerds and technology buffs knew that Hedy Lamarr held the patent on an electronics communications system. One mi(...)

In the Mel Brooks spoof Young Frankenstein Gene Wilder’s mad scientist asks Marty Feldman, playing his assistant Igor, the name of the dead person who(...)

Mark Hamill has touched down in London on a global press tour for Star Wars: The Last Jedi. And even if I wasn’t expecting him, I would have guessed f(...)

Time, time, time. A few decades after pushing the boundaries of taste with Superstar and Poison, Todd Haynes has directed something that might be a fa(...)