A gentle, sensual and compassionate Moroccan film about an unusual triangle that lingers in the heart and mind long after the credits, The Blue Caftan is a beautiful tribute to love.
A thriller that blends film noir with domestic melodrama, this 1945 movie starring Joan Crawford is a very different beast compared to the more recent HBO TV miniseries, but it’s just as great in its own right.
This imaginative short story collection, inspired by Hercule Poirot’s first name, riffs on the ancient Greek myths but with little grey cells replacing muscles.
Sometimes a last-minute decision does pay off! I had a fantastic time at this short but lovely concert that reinvented Radiohead’s music for a jazz quartet with strings.
It’s hard to know how to describe this baffling concert other than a slapdash mix of awkward and sublime. I enjoyed myself in the end, but this wildly uneven production was a very odd fit for such a prestigious venue.
Sometimes you suddenly find yourself getting into the artists you were never all that interested in, and that was the case with Neil Young and Beyoncé for me. Plus, a debut album from one of last year’s most-hyped bands.
This trilogy of autobiographical novellas from one of Denmark’s best-known poets and writers is one of the most striking memoirs I’ve read, reflecting on life, art and addiction with remarkable, matter-of-fact clarity and honesty.
There’s no such thing as too much Hans Zimmer! I’ve already seen film music maestro’s own show twice, and this week I went to Melbourne Symphony Orchestra’s tribute to some of the most iconic and influential film scores of all time.