It's a cliche, but it's true that all the fun lies in baddies, grotesques and comic roles.

If not exactly raging against the dying of the light, I was at least a little cross with it.

Slightly forgettable movies can sometimes make great musicals.

The question I ask myself is: have I really just become a squeamish middle-aged man, or has something happened to the horror genre that shows a growing appetite for watching torture, or at least a desire to explore it on film? And if so, why would that be? I can't pretend I know. I just know I don't like it.

My dad was quite a forbidding figure. I realise now that that was mainly because he worked so hard. He wasn't unkind, but he was a presence.

It's a cliche, but it's true that all the fun lies in baddies, grotesques and comic roles.

All films speak to their times. It becomes obvious only after.