Netflix
Verbal diarrhoea
In Beckett’s Happy Days a prattling Irish granny is buried waist-deep, and later neck-deep, in a refuse tip whose detritus…
For goodness’ sake
Most new Netflix series are greeted not merely with acclaim, but with a level of gratitude that the returning Christ…
An inconvenient truth
On the face of it, the Netflix documentary serial Making a Murderer should only take up ten hours of your…
Brief encounter
I lost count long ago of the number of dinner parties and pub conversations where I’ve had to utter the…
Death of a screenwriter
Cinema is tough right now for writers. Thomas W. Hodgkinson reports from the front line at the Austin Film Festival
The web’s petty restrictions make anarchists of us all
I wouldn’t wish to deny that all drug dealers and crime lords read the Guardian. Indeed, check the circulation figures,…
Harrowing journey
One of Boy’s more annoying teenage rules of thumb is that, if Dad likes it, it must be crap. This…
