PAUL DONOVAN applauds an intriguing multi-layered depiction, dominated by a stunning impersonation of Marilyn herself
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Small Boats
by Vince Mills
LEO BOIX applauds an audacious, self-questioning film about grief, friendship and film-making
MARY CONWAY admires a brave and topical study of Armageddon that is, unfortunately, unable to come to a conclusion
ANDY HEDGECOCK, JAMES WALSH and JAMIE BRITTON review Hanging by a Wire, I Want Your Sex, The Pout-Pout Fish, and Rise of the Foot Soldier: Retribution
Chris Searle speaks to US pianist RAN BLAKE
The Bard hands out medals for his Edinburgh campaign and urges us to support The Men They Couldn’t Hang
They waited and waited in the water.
That night was black as ink.
“I see a boat”, a voice from up the line had shouted.
And stiff with cold they hauled them in, like fish.
They gasped as callous seas slapped their craft backwards
Towards the beach in Dunkirk they had left.
Although the boat was old and men were injured
They reached calmer waters, almost safe.
Until they looked on English beaches
Thinking how their landing might be gauged,
Surviving heroes of a near disaster, or
Unwelcome victims of imperial decline.
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