Introducing Mortal Kombat’s first openly gay character.
From the Grateful Dead to Arnold Schoenberg, via Tossers Wood.
Before I even got near the reds, I found myself thinking of a short story by Tolstoy, “How Much Land Does a Man Need?”.
Toni Morrison has plenty of laurels on which to rest - and this new novel isn't terrible. But given the choice, I'd read Beloved anyday.
If the Marvel fan base, like an elephant, is large but easily startled, Roy Andersson's minimalist vignettes in A Pigeon Sat on a Branch Reflecting on Existence ask the viewer to endure discomfort.
Passing the age of "believable fuckability".
The story of an obscure munitions disaster during the First World War meets a fragile form of biography.
The Tate has vowed not to take money from the arms industry or tobacco firms - but the oil firm's support is just as contentious.
Naked at the Albert Hall is a history of singing that hums with freshness and passion.
Birds are able to discriminate between waveforms in a way we cannot - and their cries are mutating.
The mockumentary's second season opens with an hour long special - but some of it hits a bit too close to home.
A new book by Tim Bale takes us as close as possible to understanding the awkward enigma that is Ed.
Work is now something we are supposed to be "passionate" about. But Joanna Biggs' portraits of the British workforce show that cant and hypocrisy are as resilient as ever.
Today, Hitchcock is reverred for his contribution to cinema. But his reputation as a "serious" director came late, as new biographies from Michael Wood and Peter Ackroyd reveal.