Okay, I say this every year but how the hell are these candidates in business? As soon as Jeff blurted out, “I don’t want to deal with the finance side,” I nearly choked on my biscuit. Imagine signing up for a reality show competition based on becoming an entrepreneur and then babble such foolishness. Of course, he was fired after that. His own fate was signed and sealed.
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Everyone loves a good zombie flick. Unless you don’t. And if you don’t, 28 Days Later is one of the ones which makes this a sad state of affairs. Also, this isn’t really a zombie flick – but I’m leaving it within the parameters of one.
Okay. Like with most zombie-style flicks, the introductory plot is pretty basic and to-the-point. Thankfully, though, 28 Days Later has so much more to offer than the average post-apocalyptic picture-show. So, in a nutshell: Animal activists break into a laboratory in order to free some chimpanzees held in captivity. Ignoring the pleas of a present scientist who strongly advises against the idea due to said chimpanzees being infected with a super-contagious Rage Virus, one of the activists lets a chimp free. Said chimp, clearly in an abnormal state, mindlessly attacks one of the activists and infects them with the rage virus, spreading to and initiating a reaction in the activist almost instantly. And from here, things just go from bad to worse – but I guess that’s what you get for monkeying around (and before anyone says it: yes, I know there are significant distinctions between chimps and monkeys. Let me pun in peace.)
Back in the 1970s, a house in Enfield, London appeared to be possessed by something supernatural. The Enfield Haunting is a retelling of the events that took place there.
Maurice Grosse (Timothy Spall) is part of a council that investigates claims of haunted houses. He is called to the house in Enfield to see about a young girl, Janet (Eleanor Worthington-Cox) who has heard things go bump in the night and seemingly is taken over by the force behind these peculiar goings on. Guy Playfair (Matthew MacFadyen) is a writer who has also heard of the events going on in this house, but is sceptical about everyone’s views on the matter. Nonetheless, he and Maurice team up to find out what’s really going on and the cause behind it.
London Metropolitan’s H Division turns to solving crimes in the wake of the Jack the Ripper killings.
When Jack the Ripper took to the streets of Whitechapel in the late 1800s, it was up to the men serving a particular police force to hunt the perpetrator down and put the fears of the public to rest. However, while the Ripper may have disappeared seemingly without a trace one day, his crimes were set to haunt London for a long time to come. The trio dealing with the aftermath is Inspector Edmund Reid (Matthew MacFadyen), Sergeant Bennet Drake (Jerome Flynn), and police surgeon Captain Homer Jackson (Adam Rothenberg), who all have their own personal struggles on top of the work they do by day.
Imagine, if you will, Bill Nighy in a frock coat and spotted necktie, stalking the gaslit streets on the trail of a serial killer in 1880s Victorian London. No, not that serial killer – a few years earlier, and a slightly eastward shift in geography to the seedy Limehouse district, and you’ll find the “Golem”, named after a beast from Jewish folklore. This new old-timey whodunit is directed by Juan Carlos Medina, based on a 1994 novel by Peter Ackroyd, and has been adapted for the screen by Jane Goldman with a thick smattering of atmosphere and a fair helping of stupidity.
Nighy plays Inspector Kildare, a Scotland Yard investigator whose career has been held back thanks to rumours of him not being “the marrying kind.” A rumoured-to-be gay man seems as good a scapegoat as any for a seemingly unsolvable string of apparently-unrelated murders in the East End, but Kildare doesn’t seem keen on being anyone’s fall guy. A lead takes him to the British Library, where the killer has scrawled tantalising accounts of their crimes in Thomas De Quincy’s satirical writings on the Ratcliffe Highway murders. In the frame are four suspects: novelist George Gissing (Morgan Watkins), philosopher Karl Marx (Henry Goodman), celebrated comic Dan Leno (Douglas Booth), and a failed playwright named John Cree (Sam Reid), who’s currently lying in the morgue after being recently poisoned, much to the dismay of his wife, Elizabeth (Olivia Cooke), who seems most likely to be hung for the crime – guilty of it or not.