Now I don't profess any great love for Oliver Stone. In fact, I'd even go so far as to say I really don't care for the large majority of his films (last one seen: South of the Border, though Savages is on my list). But JFK is, for some reason, a film that I've become slightly obsessed with of late and could happily watch it again and again and again. I first encountered the film in the early 90s at…

Wrote about this originally from Cannes after two hours stood in driving rain. Also, guy sat next to me decided to go to the toilet about 30 seconds before the film started, so once the lights had gone down his seat was taken. Then guy comes back and stubbornly refuses to accept that his seat has been taken, so sits on the interloper's lap. Luckily, the guy on top is so bored by the film that he walks out after…