As many times as Hollywood blows up London or wipes out 89 percent of the population, I will never feel the rush of fear and dread I felt watching a DEA officer sat on the toilet reading Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass.
Whilst not quite awards season, we can certainly hear the engines starting as a greater proportion of independent and heavier films see release. Here is a slice of what you can see over the next couple of weeks.
