I confess to being an almost totally unconditional admirer of David Bowie, though maybe I draw the line at giving your children idiotic names such as ‘Zowie’. It didn’t do the boy any lasting harm, though. He took his father’s real surname, Jones, and after some existential drift is now firmly on his career path as a film director. This rainy afternoon we watched his second film, Source Code, and found it to be an accomplished piece of directing and an entertaining movie with an intriguing sci-fi plot line of the sort I adore. The script (by Ben Ripley) echoes a little a post I scribbled in August about Marcus Sedgwick’s White Crow. What if (suspend your disbelief for just a moment) consciousness continued briefly after the death of the brain in which that consciousness existed, as a sort of after-glow? And what if (a little more suspension required) you could somehow access and explore that after-glow? By the time the film ends we are in parallel time lines and the poor brain starts to overheat, but Duncan Jones runs a tight ship and the steam only starts to come out of the radiator after the credits have rolled. Like father, like son – yes, I do.