Paul Thomas Anderson’s Phantom Thread is an amalgamation of the arts, with the outcome being a violently charming masterstroke. It’s a Zolaesque piece of sophistication, rife with addiction, passion and possession. Reynolds Woodcock (Daniel Day-Lewis) is a selfish creature of haute couture; a perverse man-child dependant on strict routine. When he meets young waitress Alma…
Film
The Florida Project: as magical as Disneyland
See The Florida Project to lose yourself in the moreish candy colour schemes, Google The Florida Project to read more reviews praising those exact schemes. From the very first opening shot, the visual expectations are set high but with Sean Baker’s direction, Alexis Zabe’s cinematography, and the crew’s dedication, every minute of the film’s 1h51m…
Film
Call Me By Your Name: peachy in Italy
Adapted from Andre Aciman’s novel, Call Me By Your Name is the difference between a lukewarm Americano and a coffee of your choice with a selection of hazelnut, amaretto and mocha syrups. It’s the difference between squash and fresh pressed oranges. Set in the summer of 1983 ‘somewhere in Northern Italy,’ Luca Guadagnino’s seductive film…
Film, Venue
Prying the celebrity away from the artist
After watching Jim Carrey’s short documentary on being an artist, I found that it elicited respect and coaxed to the foreground a humble relatability. A succinct article written for the Guardian, claiming that “the most talentless of all celebrities who try their hand at art tend to be Hollywood actors,” awoke a vehement counter-perspective and…
Arts
Richard Alston Dance Company Transform ‘Movement and Music into Poetry’
As my introduction to the Richard Alston Dance Company, ‘An Italian in Madrid’, ‘Tangent’ and ‘Chacony’ were performances that confidently provided proof of the ongoing conversation between music, dance and colour. From the pairing of James Muller and Monique Jonas to the captivating manoeuvres of Vidya Patel and Ihsaan de Banya, music and movement were…
Creative Writing, Venue
Nomad
They have no bricks to their name; just shell, like mollusks. Locks offer no security in comparison to the magnetic field that guides a compass. Since time immemorial they have utilised the astronomer’s work: a marquee mapped amongst the stars.