If you needed more proof that the world of filmmaking contains more swings and roundabouts than a playground the size of Erith, all you need
If you needed more proof that the world of filmmaking contains more swings and roundabouts than a playground the size of Erith, all you need
Before Robert Eggers’ The Northman and six seasons of Michael Hirst’s insanely popular Vikings, movies featuring those notoriuos, shaggy Nordic marauders (let alone good ones)
Steven Spielberg is rightly credited as birthing the modern blockbuster with the release of his toothy masterpiece Jaws, a film I personally hold as the