Hi Hollywood. It's me. I know this is a bit awkward, but I just wanted to drop you a line to remind you that women exist. Yes, I KNOW you really like Meryl Streep, but there are other ones. No, seriously. They even speak and move around and do things. Some of them even do films.
Shakespeare's classic tale becomes The Merchant of the Venetian as director Rupert Goold replaces the play's traditional setting of Venice with the casino floors and glitzy lights of Las Vegas, complete with Elvis impersonators, Vegas showgirls and even Cirque de Soleil-style gymnasts.
The chief soon meets a satisfyingly grizzly end, but one of his henchmen, Alfrid, is washed up alive and goes on to become a source of derision throughout the film. The reason? He's a man who is an unrelenting coward.
We have a flourishing independent film scene. Micro-budget projects being built from the ground up, mostly through crowdfunding. And we have the huge superhero movies, but the in-betweens, the films that people really care about, have vanished.
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"An absurd and uninteresting fantasy which was rubbish and dull," said one of the twenty publishers to knock back Lord of the Flies, which later sold more than 150 million copies.
It's almost impossible to be really happy with something you've done yourself. But does the script best represent your writing? Has it got passion? Are any boring, overwritten bits definitely gone? Have you had enough feedback and done enough re-writes to be confident that this is your best attempt?
This Disney epic was shot on a relatively modest budget ($50m); a Sondheim adaptation clearly more risky than their pending version of Cinderella. Sometimes less really is more, and as we all know, you don't need to spend a fortune to make a great movie.
Emma Healey has had a roller coaster six months: her debut novel Elizabeth Is Missing, which sold for a six-figure advance, was published last summer to critical acclaim. And last week the twenty-nine year old writer won the Costa First Novel award and is now up against the likes of Ali Smith and Kate Saunders for the Costa Book of the Year Prize.
There is nothing more special than children's literature. Even now, I remember almost by heart the books my parents used to read to me as a young child, and the books I first started reading by myself.
Mikhail Baryshnikov, a Russian dancer who defected to the West in 1974, moves through dance as Alice in Wonderland through the mirror. Firstly as a dancer, often cited as one of the three best dancers in history with Nijinsky and Nureyev; secondly as a choreographer and artistic director; and, finally, as a photographer.
My first taste of the country began in Tel Aviv; a youthful city placed precariously along the eastern coast of the Mediterranean Sea. Tastes, sounds and culture greeted us as we wandered through the city's Nachlat Binyamin Art Markets.
Art costs wherever you go, yes, but a box costing £40 (CZK1,370) here in Prague at the State Opera House to watch Madame Butterfly compared to a ticket which costs roughly four times as much at Covent Garden's opera citadel here in London, has one asking the question: why the disparity in price?
There is an extraordinary diversity of subjects in this top 10 list of London exhibitions for 2015. Mark these in your calendar and your brain will be like a sponge, just soaking it all up.
Henry Moore was one of the most successful and recognised visual artists of the 20th century, and someone who I had the great pleasure of meeting and working with when I came out of art school in Toronto in the 1970s.
Arriving at Haad Rin beach, Koh Phangan, I padded my way to the quieter end of the pretty 1km bay and propped myself against my backpack among a happy buzz of young sunbathers.