I wondered if there had ever been a lover. Had her parents been kind? When she cared for her ailing father, who had dominated whom?
“Sandra Bullock is quite simply the world’s most successful actress,” he informed Sandra Bullock.
This programme and I have a history.
The host of BBC Radio 4’s News Quiz is stepping down after nine years to go into politics. Caroline Crampton was there at her last recording.
The Gehry worshippers were like fashion editors at a Prada show, only minus the clothes, handbags and hair.
McGowan's performance demonstrates the combination of eccentricity and intimidation that allowed Savile first to lure his victims and then to disguise his abuse of them.
TFI Friday was quite nasty at its edges: it gave off a strong whiff of bullying and low-level belligerence. The male graduate population of north London seemed not to notice this.
BBC Radio 4's Natural Histories.
The sudden death in the last scene of Monday's Game of Thrones was a cliffhanger, nothing more.
I loved Birthday, but the bloggers were mostly unable to see beyond personal experience in the matter of art.
It's the quickest shortcut to gravitas. T S Eliot has been stolen by actors, like burglars with the crown jewels.
She’s a feminist comedian who doesn’t shy away from ridiculing women. She reaches millions of viewers on the internet without breaking a sweat. Oh, and she’s just really, really funny.
First Ministerial Funnies.
I would love to have been in the meeting when Mellor pitched this version of her drama.
Caroll Spinney has been playing Sesame Street's star for 46 years. I Am Big Bird shows the man behind the feathery mask.
The programme slowed palpably to accept the age-old information that people who create beauty aren’t always good and frequently don’t even come close.
The television industry is 94 per cent white and, like some bad washing detergent commercial, it seems to be getting whiter all the time.
As we advance through the series, its cities and centuries sounding like some powerful exclamation, what is happening more subtly is a sense of the country cohering as a nation.
Dominic West and Ruth Wilson are wonderful actors, but no one can claim that The Affair is Mad Men-style high art.
The interviewer, Matthew Bannister – generally known for keeping conversations moving dizzyingly ever forwards – was unusually quiet.
Jonathan Strange is an oddly lacklustre affair, aimed, it seems to me, at a generation brought up on Harry Potter.
The films of François Ozon are polymorphously perverse.
Our licence fees pay – in part – for two hours of lackadaisical nostalgia and lazy nature-gawping.
It’s hard to think of any satisfactory way for Game of Thrones to proceed now, short of Daenerys unleashing her dragons and barbecuing every man in the Seven Kingdoms.
(And forgives them for it.)
For thrills, I would take that exit poll over Judi Dench and Jude Law any day.
It seems that Sher is never not speaking on the radio or being spoken about.
Hearing audiences might feel that they are being kept at arm’s length and they would be right.