My Christie re-readathon keeps coming up with pleasant surprises. I’ve never read these loosely linked short stories before, but the last Tommy and Tuppence book on my list turned out to be the most enjoyable one in the series.
This movie was a blind streaming pick on a Sunday night; I had no idea what to expect, but a horror sci-fi comedy musical about a sentient bloodthirsty plant from outer space probably wouldn’t have been my first guess. It turned out to be a wacky, campy, satirical and at times even touching delight.
A gritty little indie movie that could, To Leslie soars on the strength of Andrea Riseborough’s raw, gut-wrenching performance as a single mother who wins then squanders the once-in-a-lifetime lottery.
This razor-sharp, shrewdly observed novel about marriage, divorce and middle-age malaise provoked a whole range of reactions in me. I was engrossed at first, then a tad frustrated, and finally appreciative when I realised what a clever Trojan horse of a story it really was.
Four years after the last tour, it was a pleasure to see wonderful and bewitching Florence Welch spin her magic with yet another out-of-this-world performance, on the International Women’s Day no less.