Pete Campbell is one of my favourite characters in Mad Men. Not because I like him but precisely on the contrary: I loathe him. He is practically an icon of masculine entitlement.

American Psycho isn’t a story about just one person, despite the self-absorption and fragile overconfidence of its protagonist. It’s more a story about a society.

Almost certainly because they don’t know any better, pugs rarely seem miserable—in my experience they are usually lively and enthusiastic little beings. A little special, a little slow perhaps, but their attitude isn’t their problem.

To save you the suspense, if you’re looking for something truly terrifying to keep yourself awake at night, look elsewhere. On the other hand, if you can find yourself a dark theatre in which to watch this impenetrably dark film, you’ll find yourself in the perfect place to catch a few hours’ sleep.

Scopophilia is, basically, a love of looking, though it might also encompass the desire of and within the act of looking itself. As predominantly visual creatures, humans tend to appraise a great deal of meaning primarily from what we see and, perhaps more importantly, how we see it.

The US president-for-just-a-little-while-longer, Joe Biden has, incredulously, pardoned his own son. I have some sympathy for the man, as a father, but as a president with responsibilities beyond the personal, I can conjure not much at all. In fact, I was very tempted to title this piece Joe Biden, you fucking idiot.