When it comes to good movie magazines there's really only one game in town. I've been reading Empire magazine since 1995 when my sister, gripped by a Pierce Brosnan fetish, spied the the new 007 on the front cover. I nabbed it for a read and have been hooked ever since. Empire was always a magazine scribed by film fans for film fans. Its writers were like me and you, everyday folk who shared a passion for cinema and who happened to have a forum for writing down their feelings. But over the last few months Empire has left us ordinary folk behind.
Reading the Empire Editorial in the front page readers are now regaled with tales of mingling with Gwyneth Paltrow at awards shows and drinking with Tarantino on the Med. Its a monthly intro that leaves me cold, like the the office bore who insists on bragging about their weeke
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