Screen Time: February 2016


Welcome to the second edition of Screen Time for 2016, which is a round-up of the films and television shows I have seen on all types of screens over the preceding month split down into the following areas:

  • Highlights:  What has stood out for me this month.
  • Lowlights:  What has stood out for all the wrong reasons.
  • Cinema Screenings:  First time watches I have seen in the cinema.
  • Couch Screenings:  First time watches at home.
  • Rewatches:  Any rewatches, either in the cinema, at home or on the move.
  • TV Shows:  Any TV shows I’m currently bingeing on.
  • Score Sheet:  The tallies for the year, so far.

So without further ado, here is how February shook down.



  • Director – John Crowley
  • Starring – Saoirse Ronan, Emory Cohen, Domhnall Gleeson, Julie Walters, Jim Broadbent
  • Writer – Colm Toibin (novel) Nick Hornby (screenplay)
  • Year – 2015
  • Running Time – 112 mins


Home is where the heart is.

Over the last 15 years, I have had the immense good fortune of living in six different countries. At the start of this journey I was a young single man, and now as I look around at what seems to be our most permanent of recent destinations, I find myself married, mortgaged and with a young family. This journey has taught me many valuable lessons, though perhaps one more important than most, that home is where the heart is.

Throughout the early years of this journey, the distance came quite easily to me. Seized by the sense of adventure, I shamefully admit that thoughts rarely turned to home. I was grateful for the professional structures around me, which gave me a constant connection back to the UK, but also the reassuring knowledge that I was never more than three years away from a potentially permanent return. This travel lark was fun, but you know, it wasn’t forever.

As the years passed and locations changed, marriage and children brought me emotionally, though not physically, closer to the UK. Trips home were more regular as was the hosting of family visitors, who were finally happy that we were living in a country they actually wanted to visit.

However, after over a decade of living three years at a time, as a family, we felt the need for some permanence and an urge to put down some roots. We had a straight choice between the UK and Australia, though, in reality, it was a foregone conclusion. So we said a permanent goodbye to Blighty and boarded our latest and probably last long-haul flight for a while, and headed down under.

In my head, I had imagined the moment of arriving in Australia many times. I assumed it would be similar to all previous touchdowns in far-flung locations, a mixture of excitement and apprehension; however, this time was different. As the wheels squeaked into the Sydney sunshine, my first thought was ‘I’m a long way from home.’