Toilets, loos, lavatories, bogs and johns were places of refuge when I was young. Along with the end of the garden. I thought I had secrets, thoughts and things others must not know. Else danger.Confident solitude, well-being, required a door you could lock. And still today. I became a fi lm-maker. Toilets were made to be fi lmed. Straightforward and functional, endlessly different, the size, the angles, the sounds, everything about them begged to be caught and canned. For one of my fi lms, I asked the Railway Board to transport the components of a genuine train lavatory into the studio. I’ve rarely been near a toilet, public or private, without locking myself in with my camera. In the hope that some invisible connection between spirit of place and my sense of the day will germinate.
The Fantastic Four return to the big screen as a new and all powerful enemy threatens the Earth. The seemingly unstoppable 'Silver Surfer', but all is not what it seems and there are old and new enemies that pose a greater threat than the intrepid superheroes realize.
Danny Ocean's team of criminals are back and are composing a plan more personal than ever. When ruthless casino owner Willy Bank double-crosses Reuben Tishkoff, causing a heart attack, Danny Ocean vows that him and his team will do anything to bring Willy Bank and everything he's got down.
Top London cop, PC Nicholas Angel is good. Too good. To stop the rest of his team from looking bad, he is reassigned to the quiet town of Sandford, paired with simple country cop, and everything seems quiet until two actors are found decapitated.