The harsh realities of immigrants in France and in the rest of Europe are expressed through this French film directed by Boris Lojkine, where we follow a man named Souleymane in the two days leading up to his interview to secure his legal residency as an asylum seeker in France. Without access to proper housing, income or family, immigrants like Souleymane are left stranded in a foreign country unable to make a living in which they envisioned, and which motivated them to move in the first place.

The festive period brings many things, presents, spending time with family and the age-old question, what is the best Christmas film? As you may have guessed from the title, I’m here to inform you that it is indeed a Muppet’s Christmas Carol. Now this may inspire some outrage, how could I stray from the classics like Love Actually, Home Alone and Elf? Let me explain; Muppet’s Christmas Carol is vastly superior in spreading the Christmas message, is (mostly) faithful to the book and period it represents, and if this doesn’t convince you, who can say no to a tiny baby Kermit?

Like many other musical theatre fans, I have been eagerly awaiting the release of the Wicked movie, an adaptation of the musical of the same name (itself an adaptation of Gregory Maguire’s 1995 novel ‘Wicked; the life and times of the Wicked Witch of the West’, which itself derives from 1939 MGM film the ‘Wizard of Oz’, a retelling of L. Frank Baum’s 1900 novel ‘the Wonderful Wizard of Oz’)

After the half term holidays, I hope you are all feeling rested. If like me you stayed at home, I hope you enjoyed some of the awesome places London has to offer. But if not, fear not, as help is at hand as I present you my helpful (and entirely unbiased) guide to your local(ish) London museums.

Breakfast at Tiffany’s, published in 1958, is a story of an unnamed narrator’s encounter with the untamed, beautiful and heart-breaking Holly Golightly, who throughout the story is trying to find herself a place to belong. It is not a romantic story, and Holly does not find her home with the narrator, whom she calls Fred after her beloved brother (evidencing their platonic – but I think a little idolising, on his side, relationship) as she frequently states that she does not want to ‘belong’ to anyone. I don’t really think that by the end of the story she has found a home in the normal sense of the word, but maybe that state of change and movement is her real home – her very elusiveness is what makes her grounded.