Going to the movie theater is one of the easiest outings to plan with your friends, mainly because of how inexpensive yet unifying the experience is. You get to see a story unfold alongside the people you love, while sharing a communion of food all in one sitting. All of these elements make visiting the movie theater worthwhile.

What I read, and was it any good? Twenty-three books, three years, one degree, and a lot of opinions I am now going to inflict on you. Here is the thing nobody tells you about studying English: the reading list is not a list of books you will love. It is a list of books someone decided you should have opinions about. Some of them changed my life. Some of them I resented every single page of.

The difference between an outfit video that gets 400 views and the same outfit video that gets 40,000 is often nothing to do with the outfit. It's when you posted, relative to the life cycle of the sound you used.

Like most British people growing up in the 2000s, I had harboured a hatred for Jamie Oliver before I could even read. His healthy eating campaign in schools, which began in 2005, eventually led to promises from Prime Minister Tony Blair and official legislation in 2008 banning junk food in primary and secondary schools. Although his actions meant I could no longer clog my arteries into obesity on a crisp Tuesday lunchtime in 2012...

The phrase is a joke, but it’s also an accurate description of a viewing experience. You watch a woman make a series of decisions that get worse and worse, and you have a wonderful time.

You’ve finished the thing you were watching. You don’t want to start a series. You want someone clever to talk at you for a while about something you didn’t know you cared about: the history of the corset, why every girl on your feed now has the same slicked-back bun, what actually happened to the it-girl.

We all have that one show. The one we put on when reality becomes mildly offensive. The one we watch curled up in a dressing gown with a cup of tea, demolishing aggressively spicy ramen like it’s a form of self-harm, procrastinating when we’re meant to be revising, or (most dangerously) waiting for him to text back.

It has been nearly five years since the world collectively forgot the boy beneath the mask. When Spider-Man: No Way Home ended, Peter Parker was left entirely alone - stripped of his friends, his family, and his identity. Going into Spider-Man: Brand New Day, the most pressing question wasn't about which costumed supervillain our friendly neighbourhood web-slinger would have to punch next, but rather, what was actually left of the hero underneath the spandex?

charli xcx has spent the better part of her career making pop music that never quite fit the mold of the mainstream, even as she edged closer and closer to it, until eventually she simply was the mainstream. on music, fashion, film, she sounds far less interested in recreating that moment than picking apart what it costs to survive one. if brat was the sound of becoming a cultural icon in real time, this album is more interested in what happens after the culture stops moving

Very little has actually been confirmed about the Haunting Adeline film. There is no cast, no director, no studio and no release date. What there is, in enormous quantity, is opinion. Since H.D. Carlton announced in mid-July that her bestselling novel is being adapted, the reaction has been fast, loud and frequently unkind on all sides. Petitions have been launched. Readers have been abused for defending the book, and others abused for criticising it. Underneath all of it si

when summer feels like the wind whipping through your hair on an open highway, glitter eyeshadow glinting in the afternoon sun, and the sweet nectar of ripe fruit dripping down your chin, you need a soundtrack to match every moment.

There is a particular bookshelf that lives on Pinterest. Floor to ceiling, warmly lit, a ladder propped at a rakish angle, every spine somehow the colour of weak tea. Then there is the shelf most of us actually own, which holds four cookbooks, a stack of cracked paperbacks and a candle that has never been lit.

Last weekend, two of the five biggest films in cinemas were built on stories roughly 2,800 years old. One was Christopher Nolan's three-hour adaptation of The Odyssey, shot entirely on IMAX 70mm for a reported $250 million. The other was a filmed recording of a West End musical about Orpheus, Eurydice and a bad marriage in the underworld.

“Ask a child to draw a car and he will certainly draw it red.” That quote from Enzo Ferrari has always resonated with me, especially after former F1 driver Sebastian Vettel’s claim that “everyone is a Ferrari fan” even if they “say they aren’t”. I hate to admit it, but he’s right. I’ve never outwardly called myself a Ferrari fan- choosing to support RedBull and Williams instead- but something Ferrari’s two wins this year have made me jump out of my seat with joy.

In August 2021, Canadian novelist Marissa Stapley sat down to what she thought was a celebratory dinner with her agent and editor. There was champagne on the table and a secret to go with it: Reese Witherspoon had chosen her fourth novel, Lucky, as the December pick for Reese's Book Club, making it the first Canadian title ever selected. Better still, Witherspoon's production company, Hello Sunshine, believed the story of a con artist on the run could make a killer television

Somewhere in the last few years, reading quietly became cool again. Actual, physical, dog-eared-paperback reading, not just the Kindle-in-secret kind. Bookshops that were meant to be dying out are opening in record numbers, teenagers are picking Colleen Hoover over their phones (well, sometimes both at once), and “what are you reading” has become a genuine icebreaker rather than something only your English teacher asked.

Period drama is officially back, and this time it isn’t staying on screen. Bridgerton season four has just wrapped its most talked-about run yet, Emerald Fennell’s Wuthering Heights has spent the best part of 2026 splitting critics down the middle, and BritBox’s The Other Bennet Sister quietly became the surprise comfort watch of the year.

Lana Del Rey has never done anything the simple way, and this week she proved it again. After years of speculation, false starts and no fewer than three title changes, fans expected one album. Instead, they got two.

There is a very specific feeling Katie Dippold has been chasing her whole career. She traces it back to a haunted house on the Long Branch boardwalk in New Jersey—one she was far too young to be inside. She remembers screaming. She remembers laughing so hard she could barely breathe. She remembers those two things happening at exactly the same time.

Some break-ups stay contained to the people involved. This one has implications for the next Taylor Swift album, whatever Sabrina Carpenter does next, and possibly the entire emotional register of mainstream pop for the next few years. That is not an exaggeration. It is just what happens when the man who has shaped the sound of a decade’s worth of heartbreak anthems ends up living through one himself.