The Critics

Megalopolis is a gaudy, self-indulgent mess

The Turn of the Screw, Coliseum

Bloodsucking, in various more or less metaphorical guises, is after all opera’s happiest place

For guitar bands since punk, there’s been a tension between credibility and success

It has been an assured innings, and a long one

The acclaim is excessive but the talent undeniable

Whatever America’s flaws, its absence from the global stage leaves a space quickly filled by far more malevolent actors

High jinks in the Groucho Club are small beer when compared to the misdeeds of their artist ancestors

Are we going to become ever more passive consumers of other people’s thoughts and memories?