Arts Reviews

The much-hyped comeback was a waste of time

Perhaps the real secret to the song’s eternal popularity is that it taps into our modern obsession with feeling good about ourselves

Diversity drama at the Hollywood Foreign Press Association could prove fatal

Everything seemed so dated

Still, I hope he kills it

How do you rein in the overactive bits of Manfred Honeck’s imagination without driving him away?

Part of what makes them special is the depth of their catalog

Hats off to the Orange Tree Theatre in Richmond. They’ve discovered a new form of racism. Some people say we have enough ethnic division already but in south-west London they’re gagging for more apparently. A new play, Prodigal, examines the prejudice endured by a Ugandan chap whose mother moved to London when he was a child and whose younger siblings are British. Family tensions depressed him. ‘You all made me feel ugly,’ he moans. The shifty whinger has returned home after his mother’s death in order to cheat his family out of an insurance pay-off. It’s remarkable to see a drama that reinforces a damaging stereotype but the author, Kalungi

Shouldn’t my tastes have evolved in the past 13 years?