There is nothing like the melodic wilt of the Irish brogue. Nor is there anything quite like the razor sharp witticisms of a Martin...

Well. What can I say? I didn’t hate, I didn’t love it. Indifference should let me forget about it, and to some degree I do. I am under no...

Ha Ha Ha! And here I thought I would be gushing full of words after the last article. Alas, I was emaciated of words, as much as the...

Have you ever talked to the know-it-all, well-read type? The type who read the book, the comic or cite their favourite films as The Tree...

*Contains Spoilers* The directors are ultimately storytellers; people who rummage through their own lives and deliver honest reflections...

Last night I went to the cinema out of necessity rather than want. A need to understand a conflict that has always been present in my...