“mtg—”mar : mite: run ‘ur itsn so it will be very interesting to see how the labour party which is very divided takes it. and in the how the public takes it because as you say and if he saw for the jk rowling intervention people are very, very quick to jump to the defence of trans people even if you could argue that it is a perfectly legitimate thing to say actually women posit refugees and women's business and women's toilets and women's hospital wards should be for women's hospital wards should be for women only. let's end this review on saturday night with the headline of the sunday express, stay safe says the sunday express, stay safe says the chancellor but hit the high street. which is what i'm about to do on monday morning when i go to my local centre and it was too crowded i shall turn around and go straight home. again we are back to that balancing act i was talking about

that this is the first chance to begin opening up the economy. a lot of pressure asjo is just mention from tory mp to do something like this. again there is a danger to public health from doing and one hopes that everyone will actually shop responsibly and stick with social distancing. but again for borisjohnson i social distancing. but again for boris johnson i mean social distancing. but again for borisjohnson i mean it is the high wire act and we know very well that from a previous very famous picture of being stranded on a high wire he may not be terribly good at it. thanks tojo and nigel. hgppy happy shopping to both of you. coming up next, it's the film review.

hello, and welcome to the film review with me, mark kermode, rounding up the best movies available for viewing in the home. comedian pete davidson plays it close to home in the king of staten island, a bittersweet comedy drama which he co—wrote with directorjudd apatow, best known for films like the 40—year—0ld virgin and knocked up. what is that date? oh, that's the date my dad died. oh, my god, your dad died? i'm so sorry. don't be, it's fine. it's totally cool. so, what happened? ok, you don't need to ask that. it's kind of inappropriate. he was a fireman. so, he died in a fire. oh, my god!

yeah, we knew, we don't like to talk about it. that's why we don't bring it up. davidson plays scott carlin, a 20—something wastrel who still lives with his widowed mother and spends his days smoking weed and dreaming of opening a tattoo restaurant, a fusion which everyone tells him is a very bad idea. i am being real. it's a great... it's never been done before! i looked it up. while his younger sister heads to college, scott lounges around at home until mum, winningly played by marisa tomei, starts dating a firefighter. i mean, are you flirting with me? yeah. yeah? yeah, a lot. this pushes scott's buttons because his beloved father was himself a fireman saving the lives of others, but losing his own life in the process, leaving his son bewildered and becalmed. can scott make peace with his past and allow his mother to build a new future, or will he simply spiral into self—destruction? having lost his own father, a new york city fireman, in 9/11, davidson brings a poignantly

autobiographical edge to the king of staten island, nowhere more so than in a central scene where scott delivers an angrily impassioned rant about the pain of loved ones left behind when first responders make the ultimate sacrifice. it's a scene of remarkable honesty and candour — outrageous, perhaps, but also inflected with the unmistakable spark of personal truth. why do we have to clean this thing anyway? it'sjust going to get fire on it. elsewhere, it's much more business as usual, with apatow bringing his familiar loose—limbed approach to the proceedings, allowing the drama to ramble and shamble its way between the touching, the amusing and the occasionally indulgent. no, no, no, this is my favourite. oh, you killed that. yeah, i really worked hard on the eyes. there are engaging supporting performances, most notably from steve buscemi as the firehouse stalwart who teaches scott some home truths, and davidson retains the damaged anarchic charm which has served him so well on saturday night live. when am i going to get my break? like...

at two and a quarter hours, the king of staten island is half an hour longer than it needs to be, but it still manages to touch a nerve. it's available on digital platforms now. black gi, is it fair to serve more than the white americans that sent you here? nothing is more confused than to be ordered into a war to die without the faintest idea of what's going on. # the time has come today... last year, spike lee won his first competitive oscar as co—writer of blachkla nsman, the stranger—than—fiction tale of an african—american american cop infiltrating the ku klux klan in the early ‘705. get in here! for his new movie da 5 bloods, which boasts an all—star cast including delroy lindo, clarke peters and chadwick boseman, lee follows four ageing vietnam vets who return to the country in which they fought the american war. he hit me upside the head, sk—bop! just like in '68. yeah, brother man. we're back.

nominally, they've come to recover the remains of a fallen comrade lost in battle. but they're also on the trail of gold, a stash of which they buried here all those years ago and now hope to retrieve. as always, lee strikes a prescient political note, opening with news footage of muhammad ali and malcolm x and tracing a hidden history of oppression from slavery to soldiery and onto the current unrest, reminding us that the divide—and—rule politics of the past are still in play today. bloods! this is all vintage lee. what's less assured is the way the da 5 bloods mutates into a three kings—style adventure which finds our ageing anti—heroes getting chased, shot at and blown up in the jungles of modern—day vietnam, selling their souls for gold like the fortune—seekers in treasure of the sierra madre. such tonal shifts are, of course, nothing new to lee. his most provocative works have combined tragedy and comedy, history and fiction, alienation and immersion to powerful effect.

but while the changing moods of blachkla nsman seemed bold and audacious, there's something rather more mechanical about the warring elements of da 5 bloods, which appear bolted together rather than alchemically bonded. isee... ghosts. compare this to the hughes brothers' still under—appreciated 1995 masterpiece dead presidents, which for my money painted a more vivid picture of the toxic legacy of vietnam while shifting effortlessly from coming—of—age story to war—is—hell drama to heist thriller before climaxing in a cry of raw political outrage that seems even more relevant today. # what's going on... on the plus side, the ensemble cast are terrific, and lee's ear for music remains as sharp as ever, with terence blanchard's rich score interspersed with bursts of marvin gaye's what's going on, sometimes erupting as a group sing—along, elsewhere surfacing as a plaintive solo voice. da 5 bloods is on netflix now.

music. if you're looking for something more family—friendly, then disney's artemis fowl aims to fill a harry potter—sized hole in the movie market. you never told me how to start. sir kenneth branagh, who played gilderoy lockhart in chamber of secrets, directs this adaptation of eoin colfer‘s source, which the author memorably described as "die hard with fairies", although personally i prefer the phrase "wizard: impossible". this isn't about the father. this is about the son — artemis fowl. ferdia shaw, grandson of robert, is the 12—year—old mastermind who must search for his missing father, played by colin farrell, in a world where magical creatures are real and deployed with military precision. taking inspiration from the roller coaster rides of old saturday

morning serials, branagh keeps things moving along briskly, slipping nimbly between worlds real and imagined via a series of hidden layers, jet—powered portals, high—tech flying machines and action—packed punch—ups. the result feels like an unlikely mash—up of bond and the book of kells, a marriage that isn't always successful despite the enjoyable efforts of damejudi dench and josh gad. for all its pyrotechnical pizzazz, there's little here that achieves the classic status of the numerous texts towards which artemis fowl doffs its derivative cap. best to take it as a bit of fluffy fun, an escapist distraction in difficult times, made all the more palatable by its trim 95—minute running time. welcome, madame curie. i do not know why i'm here. you're here cos the panel would like to consider you for professor curie‘s position at the university.

you wish to give me pierre's seat? we don't want to give you anything. altogether more serious, although no less odd, is radioactive, which was due to open in uk cinemas in marchjust as lockdown began and now comes to video—on—demand from monday. adapted by persepolis creator marjane satrapi from the graphic novel by lauren redniss, subtitled a tale of love and fallout, radioactive tells the story of marie curie, played with fearsome conviction by rosamund pike. did you get all the acclamation you felt you deserved? in pike's hands, the french—polish scientist, who became the first woman to win a nobel prize and the first person to win it twice, is a force of nature, a brilliant thinker battling with a chauvinist establishment that considers her as unstable as the elements to which she dedicated her life. will you please give me my x—ray machines and ambulances? sam riley is pierre curie, the partner in whose shadow marie is initially forced to dwell,

but upon whose love she depends. written by jack thorne and shot by anthony dod mantle, this is a deliberately unruly picture which abandons the classical biographical storytelling of 1943's madame curie starring greer garson, and instead embarks upon a more anarchic vision in which past and present, triumph and guilt, advantage and harm collide. with her own background in graphic novels, satrapi displays an inventive eye for detail, lending a surreal air to scenes bathed in the eerie glow of discovery. hallucinatory images fill the screen as the film strives to take us inside curie‘s mind, an experiment that's only partly successful. the result is very strange indeed, impressively inventive, occasionally ridiculous, but always anchored by pike's central performance. and the worst picture of the decade is showgirls! i want to watch this thing over

and overand overagain. i think we're still talking about showgirls because we're not done with it. i'll leave you with news of a new documentary that aims to do for showgirls what tim burton's ed wood did for plan 9 from outer space, the punningly entitled you don't nomi. get it? a role like nomi, it felt like a james dean role or a young robert de niro role, it's a huge role. if it was done in a real movie, that would've been a star—making role. a notorious flop when it first opened in 1995, showgirls, from basic instinct writer and director joe eszterhas and paul verhoeven, has since been reclaimed by cult film fans who see it as part of a grand trash tradition of valley of the dolls and mommie dearest. jeffrey mchale's documentary uses clips and talking head voiceovers to track the film's path from catastrophe to camp classic, arguing that in its barrel—scraping awfulness, showgirls actually achieves a bizarre kind of greatness. whatever you think of showgirls —

and believe me, i'm no fan — there's realfun to be had in tracing its twisted legacy, which, like tinto brass's equally notorious caligula, continues to amaze and appal in equal measure. i used to love doggy chow. i used to love doggy chow, too! that's it for this week. thanks for watching the film review, stay safe and i'll be back next week with more home viewing treats. i need somebody to tattoo. i'm running out of... come on, rich, what about you, man? don't even look at me, dude. why? your work is mad inconsistent. obama ain't right! hello there. saturday a much cooler day across eastern scotland misting cloud coming back across the country in the northeast of england. the shower should be gone by the end of the night and to preachers to 13 degrees. the grey start for much of

scotla nd degrees. the grey start for much of scotland and northeast and the retreats back to the coast of northeast england and into eastern scotla nd northeast england and into eastern scotland and sunny spells elsewhere triggering some showers that could be happy and fun to read and mainly focused on wales and the midlands. the large part of the uk will be dry with sunshine and temperatures typically again into the low 205. looking ahead to the beginning of next week and again we have got some local out affecting scotland in the northeast of england for a while and sunny northeast of england for a while and 5unny 5pell5 northeast of england for a while and sunny spells developing and that will trigger those showers again which could be heavy and thundering and mainly towards the western side of the uk with temperatures showing a little change. over the rest of the week the weather is not going to change a great deal. it is a case of some warm spells of sunshine but some warm spells of sunshine but some heavy and thundering showers.

this is bbc news with the latest headlines for viewers in the uk and around the world. i'm lukwesa burak. far—right protesters clash with police in central london, saying they're protecting a statue of winston churchill. in paris, clashes as anti—racist protestors demonstrate against police brutality. the canadian prime minister calls for an independent investigation after the violent arrest of an indigenous chief is caught on police camera. and a socially—distanced official birthday parade for queen elizabeth — a scaled—down celebration at windsor castle.