What happens on the casting couch draws the headline, but the problem starts on the page, says James Graham.
It takes charisma to pull off abandoning hits halfway through.
Labour's “Gang of Four” are brought to life brilliantly at the Donmar Warehouse.
Very quickly, it becomes clear that loneliness doesn’t suit me.
Glen Campbell’s daughter says, “Dad, she’s come 5,000 miles to see you!” I add, “How sad is that?”
Does it matter if a celebrity is “real”? After all: all show business is myth-making.
The groundbreaking singer has died aged 90.
The Old Vic’s Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead manages to make Tom Stoppard's out-of-fashion absurdism work.
No more Spotify private sessions - I am free.
It feels more important to stick it to The Man when The Man is . . . Donald Trump
“Let’s get this straight: are you a mad rapist or an axe murderer?”
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