Hannah Swithinbank

Also the music slaps (though the soundtrack album doesn’t include the closing credits song, which is frankly rude of it)

I think The Bride! is what we must technically call a ‘batshit crazy hot mess’ but it’s also a funny, rich, visual, ambitious batshit crazy hot mess. Aka my kind of movie.

Accurate sentiment is accurate.

Film Is In Its Own Existential and Material Crisis, Timothée Timothée Chalamet’s comments about opera and ballet are condescending. But there’s an anxiety underneath the surface — about the film industry’s future — that deserves scrutiny.

I used Timothée Chalamet's comments about opera/ballet as a jumping off point to discuss the existential and material crisis Hollywood (and film in general) is mired in but refuses to reckon with. Stardom, Hollywood history, and more are explored.
angelicabastien.substack.com/p/film-is-in...

The new George Saunders novel is really not The One, huh?

Timothée Chalamet has been good in many many things but he has never made me feel like watching the end of Act I of Giselle at the Royal Ballet makes me feel (bawling quietly into my tissues)

Kieran Culkin’s character in Succession, with his hand over his mouth to hide a giggle.

timothee chalamet is getting roasted by the ballet and opera worlds and it’s amazing

I mean, it’s not like we’re dealing with FDR either.

Arcadia at the Old Vic. The dream. Everything will go cold, and then we will dance.

that they have kept their relationship intensely private to the point that this is how we find out is probably the best sign they might actually make it

anyway, rules are rules, here is the exact moment she fell in love

See also Cornwall.

Once again the government fails to think through all the implications of a policy or action.
Once again, everyone dusts off their template for writing to their MPs

Advance tickets for everyone?
Seems implausible.

Are we seriously making rail travel in the UK even more insane?

Between this and the new Mahmood proposals on refuge status, you have to wonder who or what on earth Labour are for. If you weren’t already.

"to walk the road of peace, sometimes we need to be ready to climb the mountain of conflict"...

‘Everyone is 12’ theory of the US administration chalks up another win.

THIS is what a girl wants to wake up to. Not that other news.

But do we really trust them not to start a land war in Asia?

‘It’s not my responsibility to explain someone else’s bad behaviour’ is some queen level response

Live footage of Lindsay Hoyle:

Year 6 guitar band are playing ‘Here Comes the Sun’ before collective worship and I guess that officially declares it spring.

(Emily St John Mandel, Chimamanda, Austen, Han Kang, Jenny Erpenbeck, Celeste Ng, Naomi Alderman, Tamsin Muir, Katherine Sonderegger, Marilynne Robinson… sorry was I supposed to choose just five?)

Five women authors by whom I've read at least five books:

Margaret Atwood
Susanna Clarke
Louise Erdrich
Yaa Gyasi
Elizabeth Gaskell

Honestly, I want to know what hockey deities Connor McDavid failed to sacrifice to.

Ugh, gross.

gripe your oars, and clutch your souls, now!

(I am Canadian for this match, to be clear)

The commentators of this hockey match are all ‘if you’re enjoying this then…’ and pals, this is not enjoyment. Joy is very different.

Text (James Baldwin’s review of Lockridge’s ‘The American Myth’) Reading: The gulf between our dream and the realities that we live with is something that we do not understand and do not wish to admit. It is almost as though we were asking that others look at what we want and turn their eyes, as we do, away from what we are. I am not, as I hope is clear, speaking of civil liberties, social equality, etc., where, indeed, a strenuous battle is yet carried on; I am speaking instead of a particular shallowness of mind, an intellectual and spiritual laxness, a terror of individual re-sponsibility, and a corresponding terror of change. This rigid refusal to look at ourselves may well destroy us;

James Baldwin bites.