By Maria Bregman, writer, literary and art critic So, it’s finally done. Or at least, the handshake has happened. On Saturday, while most of us…
By Maria Bregman, writer, literary and art critic I was sitting in a coffee shop in Shoreditch the other day, listening to two screenwriters panic.…
By Maria Bregman, writer, literary and art critic Fifty-four point seven million dollars. It’s a number that doesn’t really make sense, does it? It’s too…
By Maria Bregman, writer, literary and art critic I stuck Alfonso Cuarón’s Children of Men on the TV the other night. I haven’t seen it in years.…
By Maria Bregman The Oscar conversation has started. The lists are out. The long, slow, slightly undignified parade of speculation and prediction that takes us…
By Maria Bregman So, the Telegraph sale has collapsed. Again. You read the news, and you can’t help but feel a sense of grim, weary…
By Maria Bregman You hear the news, and you see the headlines, and they all say the same thing. One of the founders of Moscow…
By Maria Bregman You see the dates, the venues in Piccadilly and Mayfair. You see the theme: “Cinema of Higher Values – Beyond Differences, Towards…
By Maria Bregman So the list is out. The annual ritual of the Grammy nominations. The press releases land, the headlines get written, and for…
By Maria Bregman This November, London is getting ready for the 15th So Independent International Film Festival (SIFFA), which is also its tenth birthday. From…