A carpark in Croydon. Speaking to a male acquaintance with growing incredulity, a woman is relaying an urgent phone call that she recently took from a friend. “She said ‘I was repainting my flat, naked.’” The woman pauses, then poses the obvious rhetorical question. “Who paints naked?”. This seems a reasonable line of inquiry to […]
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Sometimes the ephemera around a movie can become more resonant than the film itself. Maybe it’s a promising trailer, or a score that exceeds its source material, or a single scene that momentarily encapsulates how the whole movie could have played out. I spent most of the 1990s and early 2000s as a die-hard Star
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I’m in a shabby atrium encircled by a series of strange, narrow rooms. The area is dingy and neglected, like the squat from Midnight Cowboy. These oddly shaped anterooms, which fan out from the atrium, seem to be entirely without furniture. Most of them are fitted with saloon doors to reduce privacy. I’ve arrived in
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Gilbert Arenas is virtually unknown in the UK, where only the most famous and marketable NBA players enjoy any name recognition. In 2021, the Guardian described him as a ‘clownish Steph Curry antecedent turned podcast host.’ I wouldn’t have any idea who Arenas was, but for encountering a strange and memorable magazine profile in 2006:
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The Parable of the Chinese Farmer has been on my mind recently. Though in my case the Parable of the Sleepless Writer would be more appropriate. A couple of years ago I bought an alarm clock. I wanted to sleep without my phone by my bedside, in an effort to reduce my screen time. My
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“Always Be Closing.” If there’s a scene everyone remembers from Glengarry Glen Ross, it’s undoubtedly the one where Blake (Alec Baldwin) briefly materialises to terrorise the jaded salesman of Premiere Properties. For my money, this is not the most unsettling scene in James Foley’s 1992 movie. There is a moment that I’m reminded of much
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Sundays were the reason I fell in love with Peanuts. During my formative years, it was always Sunday in Charlie Brown’s world. My initial impression of Peanuts wasn’t formed by encountering the daily strip in the newspaper or by catching a rare UK showing of a Peanuts TV special. It wasn’t even shaped by the
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We had prepared for the arrival of our first child in all the usual ways. We’d converted the spare bedroom to a nursery, picked out the perfect co-sleeper crib, and stocked up on pristine white babygrows. With my wife deep into the third trimester, there was just one time-honoured task outstanding. We still had to
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Peanuts, Charles M. Schulz’s daily comic, ended on February 13, 2000 after 50 years of publication and approximately 18,000 strips. It was an incredible feat of creativity, but did the author manage to ‘stick the landing’? Today that phrase has become commonplace to assess whether a successful and long-running story concluded in a satisfying manner.
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I’ve visited impressive galleries of all sizes over the years. But none of those collections – not the National Gallery, not the Louvre nor MoMA – delivered an experience as unique and memorable as the gallery I visited in late December 1999. This collection wasn’t open to the general public. It no longer exists. It
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