By Tessa Nolan You know, there’s a specific kind of smugness that comes with being a critic. It’s not pretty, I admit that. But when…
By Tessa Nolan So the numbers are out for the new Paul Thomas Anderson film. And the verdict is in. It’s a flop. A bomb.…
By Tessa Nolan So, they’ve made a spin-off of Money Heist. Of course they have. A prequel about Berlin, the elegant, psychopathic jewel thief. Because when…
By Tessa Nolan Japan might be about to get a new prime minister. And the thing everyone’s talking about, the hook that’s on every news…
By Tessa Nolan So, Salome is in town. At the Theatre Royal Haymarket, no less. One of Oscar Wilde’s old haunts. The press release lands,…
We have all, at one point or another, participated in the ritual. Standing inches from the bathroom mirror, hair scraped back to expose the hairline,…
By Tessa Nolan The moment the victor was announced, it felt less like the climax of a song contest and more like the quiet, deliberate…
By Tessa Nolan A beauty pageant is never just about beauty. In its own strange, sequined way, it has always been a form of soft-power…
By Tessa Nolan In the carefully choreographed theatre of British royalty, the most radical act is not rebellion, but disappearance. To simply walk away, not…
By Tessa Nolan There is a prison built of gold, and Sean Connery lived in it for most of his adult life. The prison was…