Rachel Cooke trained as a reporter on The Sunday Times. She is now a writer at The Observer. In the 2006 British Press Awards, she was named Interviewer of the Year.
War and Peace is so luxurious, it must have a budget even bigger than Alan Yentob's taxi bill. Plus: Beowulf.
Those Tory vultures who deludedly believe that the public won’t mind if the BBC is dismantled would do well to scan the Christmas schedules.
The show’s expertise seems to be leaching away. Too often, its journalists end up telling me something I already know.
I’ve seen Channel 4's The Murder Detectives described elsewhere as “gripping”. I’m going to come over all honest and transgressive, and tell you that I was quite often quite bored.
It may not make for happy viewing, but excellent acting elevates Capital above its rather schematic progenitor.
Orion: the Man Who Would Be King tells the story of Jimmy Ellis – and how his act ended. Plus: The Great Pottery Throw Down.
Right now, a lot of BBC drama feels like it was written by numbers. London Spy is different. ITV's Downton, sadly not.
From the Beatles arriving home from America to Damien Hirst’s tedious old shark, Sandbrook's buttock-clenching documentary disappointed. Plus: The Dresser.
To make a pearl, you need grit and I am wondering where that little bit of necessary sand is going to come from this time around.
Uhtred doesn’t know if he fancies shepherd’s pie or gravadlax. For some reason, I'm in thrall.
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