Cricket:As we head into the final day of the Women’s Ashes it’s worth reflecting on why these Tests don’t happen more often? Megan Schutt wrote on this issue earlier this week and makes some excellent points about why the powers that be need to embrace this format in the women’s game.
NRL:Half-time at Brookvale and Manly are in control of the match, leading Parramatta 26-12. With five tries in the first half, the home team are looking strong and Daly Cherry-Evans is very happy with his players. Reuben Garrick has been the star for the Eels, gaining 88 metres for the match so far, as well as scoring the opening try and adding three conversions with the boot.
21 июля на Украине проходят досрочные парламентские выборы. Избирательные участки будут открыты для голосования с 08:00 до 20:00. Как сообщало ИА REGNUM, новый президент страны Владимир Зеленский объявил о роспуске предыдущего состава Рады и подписал указ о досрочных выборах прямо в день своей...
The Belgian director reviews her own career with wit and enthusiasm
The pioneering Belgian film-maker and artist Agnès Varda presented this film at the Berlin international film festival in February this year; one month latershe died. A documentary that takes the form of an illustrated lecture, it’s designed as a swansong, a greatest hits showcase that revisits and consolidates her extensive body of work. Yet despite the formal setting (an opera house transformed into a cinema and filled with rapt film students), Varda’s tone remains generously intimate, friendly and unpretentious. At 90 and dressed in her signature head-to-toe purple, she is lucid and funny, able to parse her “failures” (such as 1995’s Robert De Niro-starringOne Hundred and One Nights) as well as her successes. Running just shy of two hours, it’s a little long but, in Varda’s defence, there’s a lot of material to get through.
Excited by “dreams and reveries”, cats and potatoes, beaches, mirrors, social justice movements (she made films about the Black Panthers and “the feminist fight”) and, of course, her beloved late husband, Jacques Demy, Varda’s range is truly inspiring. Also inspiring is the playful, resourceful way she navigated the technological changes that came with the 21st century.
Natasha Lyonne used her starring role in Orange is the New Black to shake off her demons and reinvent herself. The actor and director talks about third chances, crosswords and being the class rebel
In a busy Manhattan restaurant, Natasha Lyonne is eating chicken hearts and talking about resurrection. Her own. “And I had to forgive myself for wasting so many years, instead of punishing myself for this… misshapen life.” You don’t so much interview Lyonne, I quickly learn, as herd her conversations like existential sheep. It is a precise chaos – she has a lot to say and is aware of the many limits of time. Her voice crackles across the busy restaurant – she moves like Joe Pesci as aSimpsonscharacter. A waiter interrupts with a second plate of glistening meats: “Madam, more hearts?” “In many ways, I did think I was going to die.” He makes briefly frantic eye contact with me, then disappears. “So now I’ve had to think, what is the most honest way that I can live? That feels the least like a lie? That means I’m less likely to self-destruct all over again?”
Lyonne has been acting since she was six, first in adverts “for dolls that don’t exist any more”, then with directors includingWoody Allen, and in hits such asAmerican Pie, before being hospitalised in 2005 with hepatitis C, a heart infection and a collapsed lung, and undergoing methadone treatment under the smirking glare of New York’s paparazzi. And some years later, having slowly worked her way back into the public eye (with the help of her best friendChloë Sevigny, who vouched for her sobriety) she rose again.
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A traumatic childhood, losing her long-absent father to dementia, public spats with her party… it seems nothing can keep the shadow foreign secretary down
Aged 17, broke and living alone, Emily Thornberry had a number of low-paid jobs. She was a barmaid at the Hammersmith Palais; there was also a stint in a factory stacking boxes and folding cards. Neither of these youthful experiences, however, has proved quite as indelible as the time she spent as a cleaner on the Townsend Thoresen ferry from Dover to Zeebrugge. The crossing was often rocky and as, a result, passengers were frequently sick. On one occasion, she arrived dutifully at the loos, mop and bucket in hand, only to find every last basin and lavatory pebble-dashed with vomit. What did she do? Was she tempted to make a sudden break for the upper deck and fill her lungs with the North Sea breeze? No, not a bit of it. “I quietly locked the door behind me and I just got on with it,” she says, wrinkling her nose.
It’s hard to resist making a metaphor out of this anecdote, given that many people are wondering for how much longer the vast majority of Labour MPs intend to put up with the stench that currently rises from their party. Our meeting takes place in Thornberry’s constituency office in Islington a week after the screening of thePanoramaprogramme in which former Labour staffers alleged that key Labour figures hadinterfered with investigations into complaints of antisemitismin the party: a period of days during which, to put it mildly, quite a lot has happened. A group of MPs, among them Yvette Cooper and Stephen Kinnock, has urged the party’s national executive committee to set up an independent investigation into the allegations. Some200 former and current Labourparty staffhave challenged Corbyn to resign if he cannot renew trust in its dealings with its employees (the whistleblowers had to break nondisclosure agreements in order to speak out). Sixty Labour peers – a full third of the party’s members in the Lords – havetaken out an advertaccusing Corbyn of having “failed the test of leadership”. The atmosphere grows more febrile by the minute.
From predictions of crime to identifying endangered children, we are in thrall to tech
Are you a “metro high-flyer” or part of an “alpha family”? A “midlife renter” or a “cafes and catchments” sort? An “estate veteran” or a “bus-route renter”? You may not know, but if you live in Nottingham or Kent, your local council certainly does. And if you’re from Durham, so does the bobby on the beat.
These labels are part of 66 classifications of Britons devised for Mosaic, a system created by the credit score companyExperian. Mosaic, according to Experian, is constructed out of “850m pieces of information” and allows you to “peer inside… all the types of household” in any town or village, “with their life-stages, marital status, household compositions and financial positions”.
If what it takes to create are long stretches of time alone, that’s something women have never had the luxury to expect
A few months ago, as I struggled to carve out time in my crowded days for writing, a colleague suggested I read a book about the daily rituals of great artists. But instead of offering me the inspiration I’d hoped for, what struck me most about these creative geniuses – mostly men – was not their schedules and daily routines, but those of the women in their lives.
Their wives protected them from interruptions; their housekeepers and maids brought them breakfast and coffee at odd hours; their nannies kept their children out of their hair. Martha Freud not only laid out Sigmund’s clothes every morning, she even put the toothpaste on his toothbrush. Marcel Proust’s housekeeper, Celeste, not only brought him his daily coffee, croissants, newspapers and mail on a silver tray, but was always on hand whenever he wanted to chat, sometimes for hours. Some women are mentioned only for what they put up with, like Karl Marx’s wife – unnamed in the book – who lived in squalor with the surviving three of their six children while he spent his days writing at the British Museum.
From early animation to foreign-language gems via all-time classics, a range of movies to whet budding cinematic appetites
What is a children’s film? Is it a film aimed specifically at younger viewers, tailor-made to cater to their growing needs? Maybe it’s a filmaboutchildhood, a coming-of-age story that resonates with a wide range of viewers, young and old alike. Or perhaps it’s simply any film that a childcouldwatch, anything that isn’t restricted by its nature to adult-only audiences.
When I was a kid in the late 60s and early 70s, there were two movie classifications that excluded younger viewers:theAAcategory, introduced in 1970, for which you had to be at least 14 years old; andX-certificate movies, which were restricted to over-16s or (after 1970) over-18s. Films that fell under these prohibitive categories included everything from the David Essex/Ringo Starr Brit-pop rompThat’ll Be the Dayto the violent Sam Peckinpah shockerStraw Dogsvia such innocuous fare asBlazing Saddles,American GraffitiandConquest of the Planet of the Apes. All of these were out of bounds in my preteen years. Yet there were plenty more strange and wonderful films that fell into the U or A certificate categories, making them available to anyone (or at least anyone over the age of five), sometimes under adult supervision, more often not…
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