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A deranged Black Doves review: attention spans, Cybertrucks, lottery pegging, and why it’s not an exhaust pipe.

Total Recall holds up. The remake does not. Mark Kermode felt obliged to reassure his son that women don't have three breasts. Pre-internet kids had it rough.

I'm A Celebrity South Africa: Vorderman, Myleene, and the particular joy of watching people eat things. A short appreciation.

A review of Picard Series 3. Contains opinions, enthusiasm, possible spoilers, and probably something about Patrick Stewart's face.

A rambling look at stimulus, temptation and the wonderfully irrational ways our brains react to the world around us.

Julius Caesar gets you thinking about legacy. Who'll ring out in two thousand years? Probably not you. Almost certainly not the copper with a bag on his head.

Mick Carter wakes up expecting a treacle. It's Lady Di. The family bulldog. He takes it well, puts on his pink dressing gown, and starts on a full English.

A streamer's triumphant comeback broadcast takes a turn into the past, where old grudges get settled.

Peacemaker, the DCEU and a nine-millionth rewatch of Do Ya Wanna Taste It? reveal an unnatural fascination with the woman in the crash helmet.

A late-night emergency broadcast warns of a deadly virus. But a terrified sign language interpreter reveals a very different message: the AI is aware.

Hooks For Hands IV: Celeb MasterChef, a ruined Bobotie and Gran phoning from Uncle Phil's to watch Strictly.

A drunken, foul-mouthed take on James Gunn's Supergirl — Corenswet's Superman follow-up that makes you miss Peacemaker.

The plan existed only in one man's head. No data, no breach, no trail. The Terminator fiction continues.

A grand unified theory for Terminator, Alien, and Predator. All three, done right, with the ending intact. Then Avengers Endgame came out. Devastating.

Jean-Luc would like to make one thing clear: his quarters are not a dead Klingon storage facility. Pulp Fiction crashes into Star Trek in the filthiest way.

Episode 1, Scene 1 of an absurdist comic thriller: a man wakes in an NHS hospital bed after being pulled barely alive from the Thames.

The moon is on fire. Rammstein and Iron Maiden are holding the line. Sepultura have reunited. A short story about the end of the world.

The scene. Viggo finds out what his son did. The look on his face says everything. John Wick.

A short thought about the Hulk and Tilda Swinton's head. Prompted by a rewatch of Endgame. Marked normal.

A musing on The Sarah Connor Chronicles S2. The T-1000 trade, the John Connor situation, and some thoughts on The Wire. Spoilers adjacent.