Judging by the Daily Mail's tweets, this year's Baftas was notable only because 1. Keira Knightley was pregnant ("Keira hides her bump in a gown made by blah blah") and 2. Rosamund Pike gave birth recently ("Rosamund Pike showed off her amazing post-pregnancy figure in a gown made by blah blah.")
I gave up my well-paid job to become a full time writer. This is the bloginations of my emotional, psychological, creative, angst ridden and time-consuming toil on my 'journey' to hold a finished novel in my hand, and gaze out from the top of Maslow's pyramid.
Shearing layers sound, text and image. His pieces have no live performers; instead the work is designed to encourage audience members to engage deeply with the scenographic elements.
Arte Povera, literally poor art, and other artists not included in this movement such as Bonalumi succeeded in challenging preconceptions in the use of materials such as 12 alive horses presented in an art gallery or the traditional definition of media.
The overall aim is to investigate the histories and narratives of other people's images, dealing with the broader themes of loss, memory and mass cultural experiences. For me, this was a fascinating premise, and provided much food for thought.
So, please, indulge me as I hitherto invent a new genre of literary criticism and thrust it upon your unwitting and uninterested eyes. I call it a "pre-review review". I hear your teeth grind as you call me a "wally" and slap the back of your own neck in the hope you'll hit that "off-button" sweet-spot. Why not simply call it a "preview", like a sensible person?
West End legend John Owen-Jones is shortly to become a very busy man. February 11th sees hims take to the stage with Katherine Jenkins on the first night of her headline tour of the UK.
Directed by Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu (Babel) and starring Michael Keaton; Birdman is a black comedy that tells the story of a man's battle with his ego, and his quest for acceptance and notoriety. It explores the fragility of one's mind, and the idea of 'celebrity' and Hollywood, and the significance that each play in today's fame-obsessed society.
Marlene was born in South Africa at a time of apartheid and censorship, where simply a picture of Nelson Mandela was considered to be so dangerous that it was banned. This deep and profound relationship between banning an image and infusing it with power and meaning must have made an impact on Marlene as it has shaped her work.
We long for him to stomp along the corridors ranting and raving like a mad man. In a fit of uncontrollable rage, we want him to smash office equipment to bits as he humiliates and insults another of his employees. More than anything though, we hope for a few choice expletives to come out of his mouth.
Creative industries have hit an all-time high and are worth a phenomenal £77billion to the UK economy according to government figures out this month. Break that down further and that's £8.8million per hour; a number which highlights just how important this heavily growing sector is.
Mantel understood that her More, like her Cromwell and her Anne, reflects cultural projections and agendas no less than Bolt's. "All historical fiction is really contemporary fiction," she told me, "We always write from our own time."
Halfway through Kingsman, I was having such a good time I thought I could watch this again. And although I would have changed that final derriere-centric scene, this is mostly great entertainment made by a team at the top of their game.
For many it's been a struggle to get there. Young actors emerge from their training weighed down by debt, and - given that less than 2% of actors earn over £20,000 a year from their acting - many leave the profession in the first 5 to 10 years, to seek financial security, dignity, and some quality of life.
Immersion is the word. He knew of nothing else it would seem until music came along. It's the sort of fate to which one cannot attach a value or even adequately describe. Call it the gift, the blue touch paper that leads to the muse.
My last memory of my famous cousin John Masefield dates from the early 1960s, when I visited him at his home, Burcote Brook, on the Thames at Abingdon near Oxford. As the author of over seventy works of poetry, non-fiction, novels, plays and children's books, and as Poet Laureate for more than thirty years, John was already a literary legend.