You Have Everything To Fear, And Fear Itself Horror like Sci-Fi works best when it’s weeping, trembling core is closer to the societal zeitgeist…
here can’t be that many directors who encapsulate the pulse, the beating, unbridled, flamenco stomping fiery passion of their homeland such Spanish director (screenwriter, producer, actor, though he claims he’s quite bad at the last bit) Pedro Almodóvar.
It’s Pause for the Jets from Earwig, the long-running legendary Columbus band and lifelong musical vehicle of Lizard McGee.
Having seen him in interviews, and now in person it’s no wonder females fall at his feet. Charming, bashful and extremely witty, Peter was present at the press conference for his latest show ‘A Different Vision on Fashion Photography’ which recently opened in Rotterdam’s Kunsthal Gallery.
To celebrate the release of Free State of Jones in cinemas this FRIDAY, we’ve got three brilliant prize bundles to give away.
If you’re lucky enough to live in Central London or are planning a trip to the capital this Autumn, THE place to eat at weekends right now is Big Easy, a hidden oasis right in the heart of Covent Garden. The attraction? Two words. Bottomless Brunch.
Beginning with a rumination on how Mother Earth might view her struggling, wayward children, initially Tempest’s outlook was global. Considering the threats of global warming, terrorism and shallow consumer culture, she observes “America is Lost. Europe is Lost”. Then she intoned “London is Lost”.
It’s London Fashion Week again and while the worlds best designers are showing off their latest collections on the capitals catwalks, the long nights…
This is the new single from Summer Moon, a new band fronted by Nikolai Fraiture, better known for his day job as bass player…
The Cure last played Bestival in 2011 and this year marked a triumphant return to headline Saturday night on the main stage.
It’s an ever increasing scenario in the meditative hallowed sanctum of the cinema auditorium where some moron who hasn’t been schooled in mannerly dining and seems to be inhaling food like a wood chipper on speed, mouth agape whilst using a megaphone, or using a popcorn container like a giant adult food rattle as they seek the corn at the bottom of the box, not the choice and easy accessible silent ones at the top.
All too often we dutifully lemmingly, even groundhog day like line up to buy the snake oil silver screen liniment that’s been pitched to us with beautiful exciting words, pictures and sounds.
Fortuitously I was banking on the former when I confirmed I was going to Festival No 6 in North Wales. Anything in the vicinity of Wales, whatever time of year has the promise of rain. So even though, the friends who convinced me to make the six-and-a-half-hour drive told me it had been eternal sunshine last year, I was sceptical. And rightly so.
Bestival returns this weekend for its thirteenth year at the Robin Hill country park on the Isle of Wight.