steven spilberg

Curracloe, 1997 In the summer of 1997 I was 14 years old. School was out and as June crept into July the weather began turning fine, into what I might now refer to as “halcyon days”, where I hadn’t a care in the world. Wexford had…

Cinema in 2015 was dominated by wide-screen, jaw dropping moments that reminded you just how much awe and wonder the medium can inspire. The best picture race this year has, surprisingly, reflected this. While there are the usual talk-y…