Most movie reviews now are like restaurant reviews. They write out the plot like it’s a menu and sort of say whether they like what they ate, meaning that reviewing is no longer about criticism but consumption. If it’s big British film they are more or less obliged to like it and what they write reads like an extension of the film’s publicity. Even if no one else likes a film, and there are plenty of dogs, there is one particular reviewer who can always be relied on to come up with something for the poster. In fact, most critics read like they are writing to get their name on the poster. MoL notes that sex is the latest TV fashion, a latest desperate measure on the part of Channel 4, which has been in decline for years. In one new show people go into a box, have sex and talk about it afterwards. And there’s a new drama starring Michael Sheen about a pair of US 1950s sexologists, obviously the result of too many executive meetings discussing Mad Men. MoL will report back. The only problem is MoL really only watches daytime TV. Meanwhile the reviewers tell us TV is living through a golden age of British drama, hey-nonny-no.