Curb Your Enthusiasm, finale review: this Seinfeld retread is not the send off Larry David deserves
TV’s greatest curmudgeon bowed out with flashes of genius and a painfully unfunny attempt to make amends for past mistakes
TV’s greatest curmudgeon bowed out with flashes of genius and a painfully unfunny attempt to make amends for past mistakes
The towering Park Lane hotel is the latest to open its doors to a television crew
Channel 4’s Apprentice-style competition to win a National Trust tenancy eschews the usual reality TV self-aggrandising
The Oscar-nominated director returns with an eerie study of a community determined to resist the modern world – at any cost
Netflix’s nine-part documentary series about the Cold War uses Christopher Nolan’s Oscar-winning flm as a convenient springboard
Ryan Gosling’s hot pink performance of the Barbie anthem at the Oscars brought much-needed joy and levity to a somewhat gloomy ceremony
The returning host was hit and miss, other than one sizzling Trump gag, but he kept the spotlight on a deserving crop of winners
The 2024 Oscars host once claimed he’d rather die than interview ‘c-list celebrities’. So how did become the Academy’s golden boy?
Conceived as a send-up of Marvel’s incessant snoozefests, Extraordinary no longer seems to know what it is, bar a showcase for Máiréad Tyers
The Eraserhead director disowned his $40 million adaptation of Frank Herbert’s epic. But was it really such an intergalatic turkey?
The Oscar winner couldn’t be more game, but HBO’s lavish satire of ‘Middle Europe’ politics has no idea what it’s satirising
The UK music industry’s annual back-slapping extravaganza has pivoted towards a sort of flailing dreariness
The KLF firing machine gun rounds, Madonna’s spectacular fall… As the 2024 awards approach, here’s the best – and worst – of the Brits
J-Lo‘s documentary follow-up to her unhinged ‘cinematic odyssey’ proves an endurance test for the viewer – and her husband. Here’s why
Sandwiched between the Baftas and Oscars and live-streamed on Netflix, this punishingly generic show felt like the ChatGPT of gong-givings
A ditty about Lara Croft was the final nail in the coffin for The Seahorses, a band John Squire realised was becoming a blot on his legacy