Exit 8 turns one sterile subway corridor into a Japanese soul audit, proving a tiny game adaptation can haunt harder than loud western spectacle films.

Michael dazzles in IMAX, while pre-film streaming adverts make cinema look like it is rehearsing its own funeral in surround sound, one subscription at a time.

Streaming was sold as freedom, then became cable with apps, adverts, price rises, and one modest salary asked to fund every logo on Earth each month now.

Council tax arrears turn one missed payment into a yearly threat, while public services plead poverty and richer players keep loopholes polished and legal.

A full roast of Foundation on page and screen, from Asimov’s books to Apple’s series, and why only modern VFX could finally sell that scale.

Lee Cronin’s The Mummy is roasted as IMAX-sized possession horror: gross, loud, overlong, and barely a mummy beneath all that expensive gauze and dust.