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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.

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.

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.

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

Spoilers ahoy! It's not a new film, but this post exists to get someone who hasn't seen it to go and watch it ASAP.

A short film musing. Kill Bill's Five Point Palm Exploding Heart Technique raises a question nobody asked. A John Wick crossover may be involved.

Blade never gets a pint, never gets the girl, and by Blade 2 the maths suggests the hot vampire brunette may technically have been nonceing him.

A writing prompt emailed to himself at an unknown hour. The plan is unclear. Danny Dyer's agent has been contacted.

Jules and Vincent, a bloody car, and one of Pulp Fiction's most quotable arguments. No further comment necessary.

Someone put the zombie out of his misery! Herman Munster, you slice.