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…
By Maria Bregman, writer, litarary and art critic So, there are two auctions. In New York, at Christie’s, a monumental painting by the late Indian…
By Maria Bregman The numbers for the Helsinki Book Fair are in. 900 speakers. 17 stages over four days. You see figures like that, and…
By Maria Bregman Another blockbuster show is coming. Renoir. A big one, this time. Drawings. Over a hundred of them at the Morgan Library in…