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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.
I know you’re desperate for a new box-set – but, boy, is this dull.
As a double act, Monkman and Seagull bring to mind Morecambe and Wise, though somewhat less funny.
These extraordinary films should win all the prizes, and everyone in Britain should have to watch them, by law.
The acting is hammy, the writing is clichéd, and someone’s always humping someone.
Here is art that transcends the darkness. Here, always, is colour.
As we enter the second month of lockdown, “making” shows are all the rage – but The Great British Sewing Bee is a world away from Kirstie Allsopp and her glue gun.
I mean it as a compliment when I say that the whole thing came with a powerful whiff not only of dog, aftershave and Marks & Spencer’s frozen food, but of Midsomer Murders, too.
From Sandi Toksvig's ironing to Anton Du Beke's soft furnishings: in these strange times, we crave the slightly boring.
This crime series is a great imposter story.
The pitch-perfect mockumentary began, three series ago, by being hilariously funny. But by the time it ended, it had turned into something quite different.
