With UnderWire still cupping us close and urging us to pay attention to women filmmakers I thought now would finally be a good time to shout the name Dee Meaden at you.

Naturally I applaud the existence of a World Peace Day, but I’m also heartened that these films are not only beautiful and a delight to the senses but also quietly subversive.

plugging an even better handheld computer into the back of a DSLR is nothing but a bonus. Rather than attaching lenses to my phone, what I’d really love to have is a dock for an iPhone to connect direct to the DSLR.

There’s something clunky about a computer screen when it comes to rearranging production strips, something unnatural. Once everything was off the desktop and onto the table top things got a lot easier. So the thought of an app that would enable me to recreate this fingertip shuffling process in the digital realm made me very excited.

As fun as it would be to deconstruct the latest Transformers movie bolt by stupid bolt, you surely have better things to do than listen to me tell you at length what you already know. Of course it’s terrible. Of course you shouldn’t bother to see it.

For a 6th of the price of the fully-featured Movie*Slate, the DSLR-Toolkit offers a diverse range of gadgets which are well suited to someone making their first few films.

This is a great app which takes the moderately convenient idea of a clapperboard on your iPhone and turns it into an amazing tool for allowing a group of people to share their notes on the day’s shooting.

I will admit that for someone who doesn’t really care that much for superhero movies I do devote an unwholesome amount of space on this blog to writing about them. I won’t try and pretend that I’m completely immune to their charms; I’m still boy enough to enjoy things exploding, which is the genre’s key plot point. Mostly though, what fascinates me about superhero movies is that they are a fantasy, and someone’s fantasies are usually where they are most…

Going from the sublimely ridiculous to the ridiculously sublime, after Thor my run of 3D movies continued with Wim Wender’s portrait of the genius German choreographer Pina Bausch. Pina died in 2009 and Wender’s film keeps a respectful distance. Interviews with the dancers of her company are brief and oblique, footage of her at work is scant and, in the 3D version at least, framed as if projected on some distant back wall. This is not an exploration of her…

I love cinema. You might not have believed that had you been in my head recently whilst I’ve been watching stuff, but genuinely in some part of my soul I love cinema. And not just the posh stuff that comes wrapped in the metaphorical silk of subtitles, subtext and subtlety. I love anything in the cinema that knows what it means, however paltry an emotion that amounts to. However cinema has fallen into bad company. Like your oldest friend is…