Not something you hear every day, but that’s what an elderly lady told me yesterday afternoon while I was walking down the street: “I’m so obsessed with bicycles that I thought you were a bike swerving around to hit me”.

Once again this weekly roundup comes quite late. To avoid further delay, let’s go straight to the films.

When you’re one of the few working in the central weeks of August, and you’re struggling to keep up with all the requests and urgent demands coming from all directions, and you know your colleagues will claim - when they’re back from holidays - that you’re so lucky because August is such a quiet period in the office, then you’re very happy that horror films exist, because in the evenings at least you can relax and be thankful that at least there aren’t real demons, werewolves or killer clowns chasing you.
Unfortunately, tomorrow, you’ll still have to answer the phone.

It seems that Netflix finally found out that cinema didn’t begin in the eighties, and in addition to the French films from the seventies I noticed a few weeks ago, now there are number of British horrors from that period as well. Get ready for some Christopher Lee!

This week I was rather anxious about a lot of changes going on around me, so I was really restless and unsatisfied with most of the films I tried to watch. That led to several false starts I abandoned quickly out of disinterest or contempt - like, for instance, the Mélanie Laurent-starring thriller Requiem pour une tueuse

This was a week of pre-Summer holiday goodbyes and birthday celebrations (countless people I know were born in July), not to mention the Country’s National Day. As usual, I’ll have an urban August, working until the time everyone comes back complaining they have to go back to work.