Elysium is bad science fiction on just about every level, and a pretty poor film to boot. Snowpiercer, by contrast, is a fascinating study of human social psychology in a high-stress environment.
A shower of narcissistic celebutards and vain Hollywood types gather for a party that happens to coincide with the Rapture and the subsequent end of the world? How could this go wrong?
Will McIntosh’s latest novel initially appears ugly and callous, but given time blossoms and displays its heart.
A quick update on some of my writing for other venues.
A joint review of Jeff Noon’s groundbreaking, hallucinatory, Manchester-based SF novels: Vurt (1993) and Pollen (1995).
Jo Walton’s partially autobiographical ninth novel is a love letter to the books and countryside of her youth; the imaginative stories of SF and fantasy, and the magic of the Welsh landscape.
Moxyland is an excellent thriller, an engaging spin on the ageing genre of cyberpunk, and a thoroughly convincing portrayal of youth culture in various social strata of near-future Cape Town. However, its political heart leaves something to be desired.
A review covering three books from three up-and-coming authors (on in Tidhar’s case, fairly well established). Originally published in Vector.
New York’s The Strange Times aren’t shy of sharing their mission statement. Their claimed intent is to “make the most relevant punk rock you’ve heard in decades.”
A British film about alien invasion? We’ve seen a few of those recently. Into the fray comes this mixed effort from director Dominic Burns.