Antonia Quirke is perturbed by a distorted Brontë adaptation.
Joan Armatrading is brilliantly breathless, writes Antonia Quirke.
Rachel Cooke is depressed by brash displays of greed and emptiness.
Rachel Cooke celebrates the return of the Danish detective Sarah Lund.
Sarah Montague goes dizzy at the thought of Cranford mittens.
John Steinbeck, When Bankers Were Good and the Academy Awards.
The medium’s ability to improve its own minority representation is strictly limited.
<em>Forbrydelsen</em>, along with other Scandi whodunits, harks back to a more artful age of crime d
Doctor Who films should remain as nothing more than rumours.
Taming husbands has never been so much fun.
Rachel Cooke is baffled by a glossy new programme that sacrifices story for style.
A revamped show rambles from Nick Clegg to culture.
Rachel Cooke is neither offended nor amused by Ricky Gervais’s new show.
Rachel Cooke celebrates a young actor she never tires of watching.
What motivated those who sought to bust the Dam Busters? Documentary evidence or fashion?
Antonia Quirke enjoys a mysterious merging of things literary and musical.
A smug and cloying homage to Monty Python.
Rachel Cooke is spooked by the resurrection of an ancient post-death ritual.
Kirsty Young loses her cool with Michael Johnson.
Rob Brydon on Steve Coogan, Hackgate and the perils of celebrity.
Cerys Matthews has an unlikely love affair with fishing.
Rachel Cooke bemoans the self-absorption of celebs uncovering their ancestry.
All-male panel show line-ups are making me lose my sense of humour.
Radio 4's long-wave transmission will soon be history.
Hiram Bingham was an unreliable witness.
Too much Mary Portas makes Rachel Cooke feel queasy and cross.
Rachel Cooke survives the clichés to enjoy a biopic of the great Welsh singer.
Our attitude towards robots is complicated.
ITV's Exposure uses wrong IRA video