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~ Posted by Lucy Farmer, June 9th 2014
In our recent cover story, Rosie Blau examined the effect light has on our health. The eye perceives three main colours in light—red, green and blue. Morning light has the highest concentration of blue, which tells the brain to be alert and regulates our body clock, helping us to sleep soundly and function well. With this in mind, I dragged my bleary-eyed self to an early-morning yoga class on the 68th floor of The Shard.
I’m used to practising yoga in a fluoro-lit, often musty, studio at my local gym in south-west London. There are no windows. Achieving a state of Zen can be a challenge there, but even so, I rave to my friends about the benefits of yoga—increased flexibility and strength, improved circulation, healthier joints and organs, a calmer nervous system, boosted immunity… The prospect of doing downward-facing dogs 800-feet up, surrounded by sky, was an enticing one.read more »
~ Posted by Nicholas Barber, June 4th 2014
If you’re making a documentary about a major indie band’s triumphant reunion concert, especially a band from the north of England, you have to devote as much time to the fans as to the band-members themselves. That, at least, was what Shane Meadows did when he directed last year’s “The Stone Roses: Made Of Stone”. And Florian Habicht adopts the same policy for one of this week’s new releases, “Pulp: a Film about Life, Death & Supermarkets”—a film, incidentally, which has nothing whatsoever to do with death or supermarkets.read more »
~ Rebecca Willis, June 3rd 2014
Sitting in traffic on a rainswept motorway the other day, forced to listen to BBC Radio 5 Live (the joys of half term), I noticed that I had something in common with the Englishman living in Brazil being interviewed about the imminent World Cup. Impoverished Brazilians, he said, resented the sums of money being spent on new stadia. Then a few seconds later he talked about new stadiums. Like me, he wasn’t sure what the right plural was for Latin words ending with "um".read more »
~ Posted by Hazel Sheffield, May 27th 2014
No one seems more surprised at the success of the BBC TV series "The Trip" than its two leading men, Rob Brydon and Steve Coogan. Remarkably, for comedians who have authored much of their own careers, it wasn't even their idea. It was during the shooting of "A Cock and Bull Story" (2005) that Michael Winterbottom, who has directed much of Coogan's best work since "24 Hour Party People" (2002), asked Coogan and Brydon to improvise together in a trailer "in a cantankerous way".
Winterbottom thought the riffing could work as a series of six half-hour shows that followed the journey from one restaurant to another as Coogan supposedly wrote about food for the Observer. "Six half-hours?" Brydon said to a packed Hackney Picturehouse, after a recent screening of the second series, "The Trip to Italy". "We could maybe on a good day get 10 minutes!"
"We were very concerned," said Coogan, sitting next to him. "I felt it had been done a lot, celebrities self-satirising. Michael promised us it would be more than that."read more »
~ Posted by Tim de Lisle, May 26th 2014
Rule one of the great British arts festival: there will be mud. Rule two: there will be courtesy. Hay is, among other things, a very polite scrum. As the rain blows in again from the hills, the queues are long, the walkways packed, the going slow, but the good humour unflagging. It’s like being at a football match where all the fans are neutral.
Jeremy Paxman didn’t get where he is today by erring on the side of politeness. His schtick is to speak truth to power, or at least to lob scornful questions at it on our behalf. It has made him famous and rich, feared by the few and trusted by the many, but has it made him happy? When he announced that he would be quitting “Newsnight” next month after 25 years, Charles Moore wrote a persuasive column in the Telegraph arguing that the BBC’s grand inquisitors end up disillusioned, feeling a contempt for their medium. Coming to Hay in his other capacity as an author, Paxman shows a hint of this by telling a 1,700-strong crowd that he will take questions at the end, but not about “BBC politics or any of that nonsense”.read more »
~ Posted by Tim de Lisle, May 25th 2014
Saturday at Hay was mostly about one man, Stephen Fry, the new president of the festival—it was Hay-on-Fry. Sunday morning was all about another Twitter phenomenon, just as ubiquitous and rather less lovable: sexism. This was Hay-on-Why. To sit there was to wonder why on earth some members of one half of the human race still think they can treat the other in a way that is at best bigoted and at times vile.
Laura Bates (pictured left), who runs the Everyday Sexism Project, drew a sell-out crowd of 800 to the Telegraph Stage. That alone was a nice touch: this is the paper that, not long ago, ran so many phwooarr photos on its news pages that it was nicknamed the Daily Hellograph. The Hay crowd, whose politics are closer to those of their old sponsor the Guardian, greeted Bates with a big hand, and saw her out with a standing ovation.read more »
~ Posted by Tim de Lisle, May 24th 2014
Two hours after coming off stage at Hay, Stephen Fry is back on it. Again, he is facing a packed house of 1,700 in the Tata Tent. Again, he is wearing a caramel corduroy jacket. But this time he is alone, and instead of chatting to one of the creators of the iPod, he is giving an hour-long lecture on Shakespeare and Love.read more »
~ Posted by Tim de Lisle, May 24th 2014
You know you're off to one of the great British festivals when you awake to the sound of pouring rain—and the last e-mail to land before you leave has the subject line WET WEATHER PARKING. My drive from London to Hay-on-Wye was basically one large puddle, 150 miles across. Hay is the Glastonbury of words, and, like Glastonbury, it is most itself in the rain: a warm sodden world of mud and wellies, Anglo-Saxon stoicism and middle-class ruefulness.
The first talk I went to was scheduled for 2.30, and hosted by Stephen Fry, whose drive had taken even longer—five hours. "I was in a total panic," he told an audience of 1,700, packed into a sweaty tent. "I arrived at 26 minutes past two. And then I drove onto a pedestrian walkway. Deeply embarrassing. I do apologise to the child I trampled underfoot."read more »
~ Posted by Nicholas Barber, May 22nd 2014
When Marion Cotillard is sashaying up the red-carpeted staircase at the Palais des Festivals for the premiere of a potential Palme d’Or winner, it’s easy to forget that the Cannes Film Festival isn’t just about megawatt glamour and art-house masterpieces. It’s also about business. All around the city, cinemas are screening hundreds of films to potential buyers. Some of those films are big-budget vehicles for the likes of Tom Hanks and Bill Murray. Some of them, on the other hand, are not. Just a staircase away from the auditorium where the premieres are held, the Palais also houses a distinctly un-glitzy trade fair, Le Marché du Film, where introductions are made and negotiations get under way. It’s here that you realise just how many films never make it beyond the borders of their home countries.read more »
~ Posted by Maggie Fergusson, May 20th 2014
I wonder what Lily Johnson (cleaning lady, battered wife, heroine) would have made of the Travellers Club. This was the gentlemanly backdrop for last night’s dinner in celebration of the Royal Society of Literature Ondaatje prize, an annual award for a book of fiction, non-fiction or poetry evoking the spirit of a place. In the past, the prize has generally gone to books set in far-flung countries—from Bangladesh to Libya, Jamaica to Outer Mongolia—but this year’s winner is set closer to home, in London. The judges, Jenny Uglow, A.L. Kennedy and Imtiaz Dharker, gave the prize to “This Boy”, an extraordinary memoir of a childhood of eye-stretching poverty in Notting Hill in the 1950s, by Alan Johnson, the best Labour prime minister Britain never had. Of all the books I read last year, it has stayed with me the most vividly. And Lily, Alan’s mother, is at its centre.read more »