By Will Self.
Our generation is to blame – we’re the ones who took the avant-garde and turned it into a successful rearguard action by the flying columns of capitalism’s blitzkrieg.
By Rachel Cooke.
Two of the League of Gentleman offer up a sublime new series, while Jonathan Meades’s films about concrete architecture are his richest yet.
By Michael Prodger.
The Renaissance painter abhorred an empty canvas. Did his crowded scenes lack spiritual depth – or is it time to take a closer look?
By Anoosh Chakelian.
The last time Aardman’s little clay man Morph went on any new adventures was almost two decades ago. Why is he now returning with another series?
By A A Gill.
Nothing else that comes from this pathetically stunted island has had anything like the universal acceptance, reach or influence of the suit.
By Caroline Crampton.
So-called “seasoned theatregoers” have complained about the audience clapping during Martin Freeman’s West End appearance as Richard III, in what is nothing more than a display of blatant snobbery.
By John Niven.
Twenty years ago, it felt like John Niven and his fellow indie kids had won pop’s cold war. But then the madness set in.
By Kate Mossman.
In the next two decades there’ll be a mass departure of the people who brought us the best of rock’n’roll, but some bands are finding new ways to give their tunes eternal life.
By Andrew Harrison.
Twenty years ago, a new sitcom was described as “not very entertaining, clever, or original”. But Friends went on to shape the way we live now.
By Tracey Thorn.
If we still ask, where has Kate Bush been all these years and why has she not done this before, my answer would be that I think she has been living the life that made this show possible.