Celebration of the “Hallmark holiday” is at an all-time low in the UK.
Uglow’s subject is the everyday life of those who stayed behind, for whom the 22 years of conflict were experienced in terms of boredom, bad weather, missing fathers, sons or brothers, the price of bread, failed harvests, mourning, making money and, overwhelmingly, reading the newspapers.
The teams are let loose in Somerset to explore the "rural market".
Critic’s Notes by Mark Lawson.
Call me a lefty conspiracy theorist if you must, but it has not escaped my notice that the trend for posh porn has coincided with the term of the poshest government in living memory.
Tom Humberstone's weekly comic.
The greatest offerings from the only new film genre to have emerged in the last 50 years.
Tracey Thorn’s Off the Record column.
I found it easy to keep my nostalgia in check. Tampering with evidence? Fitting up? Weird comments about “menopausal” shoplifters? No, thanks.
While it is no hardship to gaze upon ravishing images of the landscape as its autumnal glow vanishes under an icy crust, there’s not much to keep the intellect thrumming over the course of 196 minutes.
Antonia Quirke on Radio.
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