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~ Posted by Nicholas Barber, June 12th 2014
In Anthony Lane’s introduction to his anthology of New Yorker film reviews, “Nobody’s Perfect”, he sets out five rules for prospective movie critics. Rule One: “Never read the publicity material.” He’s talking about the sheaves of photocopied notes which are handed to reviewers at press screenings. Notoriously bland, these notes tend to declare that everyone on the production adored everyone else, and that the making of the film was a joy from start to finish. Even if the director was sacked and the stars threw their skinny lattes at each other, the discord is never, ever mentioned.
All of which explains my delight at reading the press bumf for Jean-Pierre Jeunet’s new film, “The Young and Prodigious T.S. Spivet”. There is an interview with Jeunet in it, and while his most famous film, “Amelie”, might suggest that he’s all sweetness and light, he turns out to have a wonderfully bracing French frankness when he’s venting his frustrations.read more »
~ Posted by Tim de Lisle, June 11th 2014
Bridging art forms, for many artists, is a bridge too far. The odd pop star, like Damon Albarn, may be brave enough to weave his songs into an opera; a tenor, given a fair wind or a World Cup, may manage a hit single; but it’s a rare bird who flits easily between pop, opera and theatre. Our cover star, Es Devlin, has mastered set design in all three art forms, and raised standards in each one. I first came across her work in the less than promising setting of Coventry City football club, where the reunited Take That were playing on a dank evening in 2008. It was business, not pleasure, until I saw Devlin’s designs. A life-size chainmail elephant was soon advancing towards the centre circle, with four middle-aged boy-band members perched on top, like maharajahs. A drab grey stadium was transformed into a living, breathing children’s book, full of colour and wonder. Devlin had spotted that Take That’s fans, now in their 20s, had fallen for them not as hormonal teenyboppers, but as eight- or nine-year-olds. The designs spoke to the child inside the fan.read more »
~ Posted by Lucy Farmer, June 9th 2014
Ever since Pope Gregory the Great defined them in the sixth century, the seven deadly sins have shaped our moral landscape. To err is human, and most foibles are forgivable. But some sins, especially when taken to their limits, are worse than others, damaging not just individuals but the fabric of society, too. For our last Big Question, we asked seven writers to pick the deadliest sin today. We then invited readers to vote in our online poll.read more »
~ 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 »