According to the X Factor's premise, it is a 'television music competition to find new singing talent'. It has always been the case since it first hit our screens that if you wanted a sure-fire route to pop stardom, then a turn on the X Factor is what is required.
Our last hotel stay in New York was in The Viceroy, which is quite a new hotel which only opened in Manhattan just over a year ago. Situated right near Central Park, it is also close to Carnegie Hall, the Rockefeller Center and the luxurious shops of 5th Avenue.
The acting is absolutely superb with a stunning central performance from the internet's favourite actor, Benedict Cumberbatch, whose portrayal of the tragic hero is full of depth.
Stations of the Cross, winner of the Silver Bear for Best Script at this year's Berlin Film Festival, tackles aspects of religious fundamentalism within the social and family structure and its practical application to contemporary society whilst addressing some contradictory positions regarding God.
Not to say they were that bad at the Forum in July, far from it; they were astonishing then, but now they had a meaner, more purposeful edge.
The time is some time in the not-too-distant future; the place, some generic American state. But really it doesn't matter when or where this movie is set, Interstellar is a filmic no man's land.
The spooky costumes and eerie backdrops have been packed away for another year and this weekend we move on with a Michael Jackson vs Queen theme.
Seeing an act live has the ability to turn you from impartial listener to major fan. It's happened to me only a couple of times. Muse, Bombay Bicycle Club, Little Dragon, all amazing acts to see live and absolute headliners. Last night though, I walked away from a gig with Tina Arena far more impressed than I've ever been.
The exhibition presents artworks in a wide variety of media, from paintings to film, from sculpture to sound. But all of it questions that gap between our virtual lives and our reality.
The 58th London Film Festival brought us a plethora of début gems and world premières, exploring the ebbs and flows of life. Here we take a look at some of the lesser-known highlights, and the fresh perspectives that they offer.
'British' means anything you want it to. I had hoped that too would be the message of Channel 4's Make Leicester British documentary which aired on Monday night - yet it wasn't to be. From the introductory seconds, the programme started on with the anti-immigration attitude I quietly dreaded.
This could be the biggest revelation in Australian horror since... well, ever. One of those rare films that burrows under your skin and leaves an impression for a long time after the credits roll, it has been generating overwhelmingly positive critical reviews since its worldwide debut at the Sundance Film Festival where it won Best Actor, Actress, Screenplay and Feature.
It is one for the head (everything you wanted to know about quantum mechanics, astro-physics and relativity but were afraid to ask) but also aims for the heart too. Although, it's the human storytelling dimension that feels the most uncomfortable, with the connections between key characters being curiously under-drawn.
At the beginning of Urinetown, you are told that this isn't your typical musical, and they're not kidding. After a three year run on Broadway, this unconventional toilet-based musical has arrived at the Apollo theatre; bringing it's host of odd characters and even odder storyline along with it.
Wet House, Paddy Campbell's first play, does a fantastic job of exploring these complex questions. Campbell's writing is fantastic, evoking the wit, depth of character and moral ambiguity that we've become accustomed to on programmes like The Wire or Breaking Bad.
The Chelsea bunch are now all back in London and with the return of series 8 comes the return of our very own heartthrob, Andy Jordan. He makes it clear to, well, everyone that he is "gutted" that Louise has found herself a new beau.