Quickly, this performance was apparently far from amateur. Led in through the back entrance of the York Studio Theatre, the audience were warned about the violent content by Wright – just in case we had missed the posters outside.
On paper, The Incredible Hulk incites commentary on varied, complex issues: the interplay of ego and id in the male mind, reprimands against nuclear warfare as well as post 9/11 ideas of civic disorder and the destruction of urban landscapes. All these ideas, though, find their tumult constructed around a giant green man, and outside the safety of comic book pages, their exploration would seem ridiculous. In this spirit, the film gladly explores an approximation of bugger all and isn’t even too entertaining in the process.
Prior to university, my perception of feminism had been shaped largely by a snippet of conversation I’d heard, a woman advising another on divorce: “Bleed the fucker dry”.
A member of University staff has voiced their concerns over the high level of security deployed at Heslington Hall during today’s protest.
A second protest against the University has taken place outside of Heslington Hall.
As festival season kicks off, Venetia Rainey enters the arena where judgement is suspended and fashion anarchy reigns, advising you on everything from socks to choice of bag, and what to do if it rains…
Nina Sabey advises how to sort your hair and makeup for the “circus trend” that will be all over this summer’s festivals and raves, advising vivid, bright colours, and plenty of purchases at MAC. Discover a difficult trend made easy.
This week, it’s Westminster ‘07, “Clown”, Kevin Flamme and Resort SHows that get the praise and incur the wrath of Liam.
Funded by German, Russian and Kazakh companies, and using Chinese actors speaking in the Mongolian language (badly, according to Mongolian critics), the film reflects both the diversity of the Khan’s empire and is symbolic of the cultural renaissance in eastern European and Asian cinema.
Credited with single-handedly resurrecting the sword and sandal genre for a new generation (and unfortunately paving the way for such pale imitations as Troy and 300), Ridley Scott’s Roman epic was both a box office smash and a critical success, and justifiably so.
A day on the other side of the red carpet
I have had too many distressing encounters with lukewarm bowls of viscous compost; I am harrowed by apparitions of diced sludge; I have had surfeit of cashew nut. If Red Chilli might have changed my mind, it didn’t.
After spending copious amounts of student loan in Topshop, what more could you ask for than a nice cup of tea, a scone and a healthy stint in a calm, quiet café? At lunch time I usually opt for the delicious homemade soup (£3.95), which arrives literally in a matter of milliseconds.
But I decided to go Oirish. I ordered a Shambo with bacon, brie and cranberry. A shambo, I found out, is toasted bread in the shape of a shamrock with herbs – rosemary, I think – baked into the top. It worked well.