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Month: February 2018

Live review: HMLTD

Having never properly listened to Happy Meal Ltd before last night, I didn’t really have a clue what to expect. Well, that’s partially a lie considering I had seen the extravagant six-piece band enter Sound Control (rest in peace) back in October before their set at Neighbourhood Festival.

Their image as a band struck me with awe. They left me thinking who on earth they were and that I must keep an eye out for them when they return to Manchester because their live performances would undoubtedly be a ‘show,’ if you know what I mean.

As HMLTD took to the stage, their garish style — a mix of baby doll chic and dominatrix leather — made me extremely excited for their set to begin. There’s something incredibly satisfying about witnessing a group of people express themselves so confidently and unapologetically, regardless of how unconventional and bizarre they may appear.

As soon as frontman Henry Spychalski strutted onto the stage to ‘Proxy Love’ in his floor-length cream fur coat and beret, it was clear a revolution had begun. An uprising that confined itself to the filthy, grimy walls of The White Hotel, but a revolution nonetheless, and one that is undeniably suited to 21st-century attitudes concerning gender norms and expectations.

HMLTD constructed an atmosphere charged with electricity, making their audience lunge forward time and time again in the hopes of clutching the hands of their leader, who promised nothing less than utter acceptance and exhilaration.

In fact, the crowd was so elated that within five minutes of their set I found myself helplessly laying on the stage itself due to the lack of barrier, and I had to be quickly grabbed and pulled back up onto my feet.

There is absolutely no doubt that this eccentric, outlandish, glam-punk rock sextet are incredibly serious about their live performances, and this is clearly illustrated through each of their stage presences, which remained solid throughout their set.

Each embodied a persona resonating with their choice of outerwear, making their performance almost a production rather than a gig. Their exhibition of their most famous song ‘To the Door’ was impeccable as it was embellished with Spychalski’s flailing arms and quick step gestures.

Unfortunately, at times such ambitious displays of dance meant that the vocals were lost amidst the striking movements, but nevertheless, HMLTD did not disappoint.

If there’s any band I want to be a part of, it’s HMLTD.

8/10

Review: Beirut

Any self-respecting student knows that Curry Mile is awash not only with a huge collection of restaurants, but also a wide range of cuisines. There are, of course, Indian restaurants, but there are also Afghani, Persian, Lebanese, and many more available — should one wish to be a touch more adventurous.

Most will have spotted Beirut (the restaurant, not the city) whilst trudging up and down Curry Mile on a 142. Yet, I would hazard a guess that few have entered. Jutting out towards the road, this Lebanese restaurant offers the standard Lebanese affair, charcoal-grilled meats, flatbreads, and hummus. It also offers more exotic options such as Molokeyah, a traditional Egyptian dish, or Mansaf, a traditional Jordanian dish.

Despite having very little idea what I was getting, I ordered one dish from the charcoal grill so as to compare the slightly more standard fare, and one speciality dish, Makloubah, a Palestinian rice dish with lamb. The shish tawook, marinated and then grilled chicken cubes, was fine. Only fine. The chicken was fairly tender and tasted okay, but almost entirely lacked any flavour imparted by the grill. The onions and peppers grilled alongside it had been cut up so small they virtually disintegrated, adding nothing to the dish. Add to this the fact that the dish, costing £10, came without any sort of side. You’re looking at a fairly expensive, yet fairly bland, main course in an area where, within a stones throw you could get the same plus a side and keep a few quick in pocket.

The speciality dish was somewhat more exciting, and would therefore be the section of the menu I would recommend ordering from if you do visit. The rice was soft and fluffy, and also excellently flavoured with spices and garlic. Mixed in to the rice where chunks of onion, aubergine and potato, which also added to the flavour having been grilled prior to their addition. The lamb served with the main was well cooked, still slightly pink in the middle, but once again seemed to be lacking a touch on the flavour side. The hummus served alongside the two mains followed along on a similar path, lacking flavour, somewhat under-seasoned and generally bland. The breads were served cold, although they were soft and fluffy and would have been excellent had they been warm.

All in all, I must say I was slightly disappointed by Beirut. Lebanese food is a favourite of mine, however this was not an amazing offering, and not helped at all by the proximity of many restaurants offering food which is perhaps not only better, but also significantly cheaper. Therefore, on the whole, I shall probably be frequenting one of Curry Mile’s cheaper establishments instead.

Review: The Newspaper Boy

I never would have thought that someone saying, “I wank about you” would be so endearing but, in the context of this play, it was. The Newspaper Boy is a coming-of-age story set in 1992, written by Chris Hoyle.

The play focusses on Christian, a 15-year-old from Moston in Manchester, who is cast into a popular soap opera. We see Christian fall in love with Max, a 21-year-old who is his best friend’s step-brother, and the story falling into the tabloid press and the problems this brings.

The story is full of first times: clubbing, drinking, and of course sexual relationships. These scenes were uncomfortably realistic, making me cringe as I’m reminded of my own experiences.

When Christian, played by Daniel Maley, comes out as gay — albeit in a less-than-ideal way via the tabloid press — the focus is the reaction of the other characters. His best friend Mandy quickly becomes practical, suggesting she knows where to get gay porn from, if he would like it. Although his family eventually accept that he is gay, we see the fear of telling others, especially in the moment when a neighbour throw bricks through their window.

This play makes you realise that a lot has changed in recent years. Only in 2001 did the age of consent for gay men get lowered to 16, the same as a heterosexual couple. In 1992, when the play is set, the age of consent for two males was 21. There is a wonderful speech  in which Christian argues that, despite being only 15, he still has feelings and can be in love.

There is a tendency for us to be dismissive of relationships involving those younger then us, but this play draws attention to the importance of these relationships and the fact that they should be respected, something I think it important to remember when discussing relationships with teenagers.

The second act dragged slightly, focussing on the newspaper scandal revealing that Christian was in a sexual relationship with a man while being underage. It lost its way somewhat with scenes that were too long, but they were redeemed by Chris Hoyle’s use of humour to cut through. Of particular note was the Aunt who we never see but is always calling over the telephone. It felt as if there was an inside joke amongst the audience about this very present, but non-existent, character – a wonderful addition to the play.  This act was more serious, moving away from the romance that had been built up to the reality of what it meant to be gay in the 90s  and the impact of tabloids on families.

The set was cleverly designed, utilising the small stage for different spaces: moving between a family home, to a club created before us by a raving set team who felt just as much part of the show. To move between these, 90s television adverts were projected, which added a sense of nostalgia. I’m still humming the Milkyway jingle.

The play was a lovely balance between humour and tension, and concern for Christian and the impact the scandal. This is certainly a play to watch.

Student campaigners demand divestment

On Wednesday the 21st of February, students from three campaigning groups: People and Planet; Boycott, Divestment and Sanctions (BDS); and Campaign Against the Arms Trade (CAAT) rallied together to demand that the University of Manchester divest from fossil fuels companies, and companies allegedly complicit in Israeli war crimes.

The demonstrators stood under the Whitworth Arch, University of Manchester, with drums, flags, and banners. They held a large orange banner that read “ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. DIVEST NOW!” Students chanted “Hey! Ho! Nancy Rothwell’s got to go!”

Numerous security guards were seen policing the Whitworth building, where a board of governors meeting was taking place, and monitoring the protesting students.

The protest attracted the attention of bypassers, including prospective students taking tours of the University. One protester remarked that she was glad that tours were ongoing during this time, as the protest reflected, “that students are politically aware, and holding the University to account”. She added that this made the protest more public, and “embarrasses the University”, who she claimed were trying to quieten student protestors.

This is not the first protest of its kind. Over the last few years, all three campaigning groups have made Freedom of Information requests, and, following unsatisfactory University responses, staged numerous divestment protests.

Molly Stedman, a campaigner and third-year drama student, told The Mancunion that she thought that the University claiming they would “review” policies and look into investments was an evasive tactic. Stedman added that she thought management claiming they could not divest or needed the investments was an “excuse”, citing the fact that other universities, such as Sussex, have recently divested from fossil fuels.

Stedman also supports the BDS Campaign, which demands divestment from companies like Caterpillar, who they allege supply the armoured bulldozers Israeli military forces use to bulldoze Palestinian homes. “I know University is becoming more and more marketised, but can it have investments that don’t facilitate the killing of children, and weapons of mass destruction?” Stedman remarked.

In relation to the protest, the University stated: “The University announced significant changes to its Socially Responsible Investment Policy in May last year.

“This will see the University change its relationship with its Investment Managers allowing it to pursue an ethical investment approach, whilst also minimising any potential negative impact on investment returns. This includes a commitment to identifying and promoting low or zero-carbon investments.”

“In relation to the protests, as usual, the University recognises all students’ right to protest peacefully, providing that this does not unduly disrupt the conduct of the University’s normal business.”

Take away review: Pearl City Cantonese

Picture it: you stumble out of Soup Kitchen at 3am. You amble over to Piccadilly Gardens, knowing you have to get a bus back, but your stomach is crying out to be fed. That cheesy pasta you had seven hours ago is now a long, distant memory.

But when you see the golden arches of McDonalds, you realise you just aren’t feeling it. You want something a bit different, something salty but actually good quality.

Enter Pearl City Cantonese. This gem (get it) sits in the heart of Chinatown and is open until 3:30am every…single…morning. Not only that, but you don’t need to take it away. You can feel fancy AF and have a sit down meal in the wee hours — although the food is actually cheaper if you take it home, so it depends how you’re feeling and how much you’ve just spent on your night out.

I live in the city centre though, and it’s on my walk home from Piccadilly, so I will unashamedly admit I have spent many a hazy early morning in the fine establishment.

I decided to take away this time, though, as the BRITs were on and I wanted the comfort of my own home.

To start with, I had char sui baus (pork buns), siu mai (prawn and pork dumplings), spare ribs in peking sauce and vegetarian deep fried won tons.

The baus were incredible. The bun itself was soft and fluffy and a little bit salty. It was perfectly cooked. The filling inside was a little bit sweet, providing a good balance. It also wasn’t just tiny bits of meat either, you actually got whole chunks of tender pork inside.

Siu mai is my favourite type of dim sim. It’s a combination of pork and prawn filling in rice pastry, which is then steamed. They’re tasty wherever you go, or at leas they are to me, as the flavours are hard to get wrong. However, the siu mai at Pearl City are a cut above the rest, as instead of just minced prawn and minced pork smushed together, you get an entire prawn and proper pork meat, which gave it a great texture. It was divine.

The ribs and the wontons let the starters down though. The peking sauce on the ribs was far too vinegary and the meat was tough. They also cost £7.10 for the portion which, whilst large, just wasn’t worth the money. The filo pastry that made up the wontons was really crunchy and the vegetables were flavoursome, however it was literally dripping with oil, which when drunk you might be able to see past, but when only one can in in the comfort of your own home, it’s a bit off putting.

For mains, we tried the beef with green pepper and black bean sauce, fried king prawns with satay sauce, and fried king prawns again with ginger and spring onion. The meat and prawns were all amazing quality, the beef being incredibly tender and the prawns were absolutely huge. The sauces though were quite weak in comparison to other Chinese restaurants. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing though, as quite often when sauces are too thick and gelatinous it actually detracts from the meal.

Overall, the food is a 6.5/10 when sober, but a solid 10/10 when drunk (a fact to which I can testify). It’s the perfect end to any night on the town, and definitely worth a visit.

Live Review: Alestorm

Sunday 18th February, The Ritz

Manchestarrr hosted pirate metal band Alestorm at the Ritz on their Piratefest tour, following the release of their latest album No Grave But The Sea. Alestorm are a drunken band of mutinous seadogs who incorporate a mix of rock and folk-metal styles with seafaring shanties and tales of wenches, mead, and marooning on desert islands (and, occasionally, going back through time to fight Vikings and steal their gold).

Lovers of pirates, metal, and pirate metal came aboard to The Dead Crew of Oddwood and Rumahoy battening down the hatches, before Alestorm opened with their most widely-known track ‘Keelhauled’ (a song about throwing filthy landlubbers overboard pirate ships and dragging them underneath the water by a rope).

As soon as lead singer Christopher Bowes snarled down the microphone, keytar fiddle in hand, it was destined to be a night that would send shivers down various timbers. Quite impressive too, to find the only ever respectable use of a keytar.

Alestorm may be more than a little tongue in cheek but at times the sheer musicality of their performance shines through. They clearly put a great deal of effort into the songs, and as a result the subject matter never grows tiresome. Lead guitarist (First) Mate Bodor is a particular highlight, with genuinely impressive guitar solos. If Clapton is “Slowhand”, Bodor is the opposite, and a great deal more swashbuckling. Bowes sings emphatically too, without ever breaking from seafaring drawl.

Perhaps it works so well because pirates and rock music are a perfect fusion. Think about it: everyone already knows what pirate shanties sound like, and there’s a treasure chest of clichés to play on. The fact that it took four albums for them to make a song called ‘Walk the Plank’ shows there’s no shortage in material. Long scraggly hair fits too, as does, of course, the alcohol. Rrrum all round the Ritz.

Alestorm are never going to be the greatest gig you’ve ever been to, but they might be the most fun. Or boozy. During a rendition of ‘Drunken Sailor’, Rumahoy frontman Captain Yarrface, three sheets to the wind, came back onstage to drain a litre of beer.

Unbelievably, Bodor then performed an entire guitar solo with one hand, chugging a can with the other. Even mead aside, the show was a riot. Entirely unprompted, the whole crowd port to starboard were all hands on deck, rowing in time with the closest thing Alestorm have to a ballad, ‘Nancy the Tavern Wench’.

They could have perhaps upped the pirate attire onstage a little: their clothes were, at best, nautically themed. As a fan myself I can forgive drummer Peter Alcom for wearing a United shirt, but at least throw in a captain’s hat or a parrot on the shoulder whilst you’re at it! In particular, keyboards and unclean vocalist Elliot Vernon looked out of fit with the rest of the band, even if his performance wasn’t. Bowes was barefoot at least.

Their stage presence more than makes up for it though. Bowes is hilarious and foul-mouthed on-mic between songs (“cheer is you stole our latest album”), never letting up the act. Again, though, there is plenty of thought put into it too. The set was well-balanced, at no point the more poppy songs like ‘Mexico’ and ‘Hangover’ feeling out of place with the more rocky ‘The Sunk’n Norwegian’ and ‘Magnetic North’. The crowd seemed to love it from start to finish.

Alestorm left more than a few Rogers jolly: well worth some pieces of eight for a ticket.

Feature: NME celebrates diversity at 2018 awards show

Modern award shows are regularly criticised for their mundane, run-of-the-mill series of events, culminating in American performances at a British event, and the rehearsed shell-shock of bookies’ favourites as they stride up to claim their third prize of the night.

Alongside the recent abuse hurled at UK festivals for their lack of female representation, the music industry is facing hard times for its apparent disregard for divergence from the mainstream.

NME Editor-in-Chief Mike Williams opened the NME Awards on Valentine’s Day with a speech that highlighted such issues. He recognised that NME had previously been a cultural institution guilty of these discriminations, but was proud of the fact that in the last year the magazine had made wider representation their focus. And what a night of celebration it turned out to be.

Steflon Don set the bar with a fierce performance alongside grime colleague Skepta, tearing up the O2 Academy Brixton with an attitude which actively saluted her race, gender, and cultural background. This seemed to be the running theme of the evening; perhaps the way to tackle underrepresentation is to build your own path to success.

HAIM, Lorde and Charlie XCX also held the torch for female empowerment, whilst Icon Award winner Shirley Manson put the industry to shame with her speech demanding change for women.

Addressing what she described as a “phenomenal imbalance” of gender in the cultural industry, the Garbage legend highlighted that in the music business where individuals are judged on performance independent of gender, the lack of equal representation seems ludicrous. Alluding to the recent allegations across media platforms in the cultural sector, Manson used her acceptance speech to challenge women to stand up and “really call out” discrimination in the industry.

Her message was perhaps so poignant because it spotlighted equal representation not as a kind of idealistic, horizon-bound end-point, but rather common sense lacking from the patriarchal exclusivity of cultural decision-making.

It was not only women celebrated for their femininity at this year’s awards, however. Grime was honoured with some of the most prestigious prizes: Boy Better Know were the recipients of the Innovation Award, whilst Steflon Don won Best New Artist and J Hus took home Best Album for 2017’s Common Sense.

Ironically, it seemed exactly like common sense for such artists to be celebrated. Grime’s impact on the music scene from an underground street genre to global phenomenon has, for many, put Britain’s political music efforts back on top.

It was certainly a proud night to be British, and a proud night to celebrate disabilities, so Best Male Solo Artist Loyle Carner put it, as “superpowers”. Having struggled with ADHD himself, recently opening up about his hardship to the NME Lifehacks event back in November, Carner has since set up a cooking school for children with similar struggles, emphasising with his speech that music was something which helped him channel that energy.

It was apparent that each artist in that room, winners or otherwise, had diversity and equality on their mind, and who could blame them? Not only was it refreshing to see cultural issues be presented on a national stage rather than brushed under the carpet, it was inspiring to realise that each advocate of equal representation who stood on that stage was unafraid to voice their opinion.

Music may have been criticised for losing its political bite in the last decade, but now more than ever we need those with a platform to use it effectively for the cause. The 2018 NME Awards show was exemplar in its organic showcase of diverse talent, and long may it live on.

It may not have had a Jarvis Cocker moment, or even an Adele cock-up, but at least it had some bad-ass females.

Five tips to help you get reading again

For many of us, starting university signalled the end of our ‘reading for pleasure’ lives. We might offer excuses of being tired, lazy, or bored of staring at words on a white page.

Granted, in most cases being at university requires a hell of a lot of reading. But reading for pleasure is an entirely different activity, it induces emotion (not that your thesis on quantum physics doesn’t make you cry), it inspires creativity, it allows us to explore the impossible and relish in the everyday.

Recently I have started reading again every evening, and not only do I enjoy what I read, but I feel much better for reading it. Reading is a skill, and one you get better at with time. But reading for fun can be so important to your state of mind and can have massive influences on the development of your personality. We all know that starting and getting into a book can be the hardest thing, so I’ve compiled a top five tips list to help you get back into reading.

1.  Audiobooks

It may seem like cheating, but that’s okay, it’s still a book! If you can’t bring yourself to start reading a book after a long day at the library, audiobooks can provide relaxing downtime and a well-earned rest from looking at words all day. Audiobooks are also incredibly handy; many sites allow you to download versions of the book so that you can take them anywhere, the gym, on the bus, the library…

They’re also increasingly available and cheap in price. But if you really don’t want to fork out, audible offers a 30-day free trial in which you have one credit for any book. There are also shed-loads of sites that offer free (legal) downloads of published and unpublished books covering all topics and genres, start off by having a browse in the Manchester libraries website.

2.  Reread your favourite book

Honestly, there’s nothing better than revisiting one of your much-loved books. Whether it’s a psychological thriller you adored in your late teens or the first Harry Potter book that you read with your mum, rereading a personal classic can set you on the road to rekindling your love for literature.

3.   Branch out

Perhaps you tried reading a book from what used to be your favourite author but you didn’t enjoy it. That’s fine. It’s totally natural that our literary taste buds should change over time. So grab something different, move out of your comfort zone. Chat with a friend or a stranger about what excites them. Head to the English literature section of the library and pick out a romantic poet, grab a copy of Das Kapital or be enveloped by a graphic novel. The beauty of the written word is that it takes such infinite forms!

4.   Hit up the YA section!

Okay, maybe Marx was a bit much for ‘light reading’. Change of plan. Young adult fiction has given us some of the greatest writers of all time. From fantastical stories, like those from Tolkien and Philip Pullman, to classic ‘coming of age’ tales like The Catcher in the Rye or To Kill a Mockingbird, the YA genre has it all.

Often YA novels require significantly less active reading from the reader. Not that YA books can’t be challenging and reflect important strains in our society, but that they are often written in such an engrossing way that allows the reader to leap into new worlds and (for the most part) forget about the problems in ours. A useful tool if you find university pressures muddling your mind.

5.   Go to your local Library

Your local library is there for a reason…to be used! Government funding for libraries has seen a dramatic decline, with many councils off laying libraries to be run by local communities. Take advantage of them while they are still around and still free! There’s no rush to finish books as you can often renew outstanding items.

Manchester City Council offers an online service so if there’s a particular book you’re after, you can search and reserve it without stepping out the door. If you just fancy a browse the central library in town has a massive collection of all genres, you’d be surprised what you can find.

So there you have it, your top tips guide to rekindling that lost love of books.

 

Review: Kingdom Come Deliverance

From the beginning of its kickstarter, Kingdom Come: Deliverance promised one thing above all else: realism.

This commitment to subverting many of the tropes of other RPGs of the past couple of decades and to creating a historically accurate Bohemia can be seen visually, mechanically and narratively, all over the game.

Warhorse have crafted a truly beautiful representation of the Czech rural countryside: a sprawling pastoral countryscape filled with hand-crafted villages, towns, and encampments. It not only looks great, but it feels authentic and real.

photo:WarhorseStudios

From the thickly wooded forests to the pastoral rural villages to the larger towns, Kingdom Come: Deliverance’s world was truly a joy to behold. Even things which are usually run of the mill, like the map and time-dial, were lovingly realised; they were not only deeply aesthetically pleasing, but also influenced by the medieval imagery of contemporary Bohemia.

photo:WarhorseStudios

This was slightly let down by an evident lack of money and/or time to spend on really fleshing this world out with life. Whilst quest-givers and key characters were evidently well designed and written, the majority of NPCs in Bohemia were bland, generic and shared large chunks of dialogue. Given that every conversation you initiate requires a short loading screen, this could occasionally pull you out of the immersiveness of the world.

Adding to this, the dialogue is often clunky and contrived, especially that about the main plot. One ‘activity’ – as the game called it sticks out. I went on a walk with an intended love interest, only for her to run off shouting, “last one there’s a slimy slug” before sprinting to the next cutscene. Said cutscene was no less cringy.

photo:WarhorseStudios

The plot itself, however, is satisfyingly small-scale, which makes a refreshing change to the grandiose narrative preferred by many RPGs. In Kingdom Come, you play as Henry, a lowly blacksmith’s son who gets caught up in the midst of a conflict arising from the 15th century Czech civil war.

The plot does a really good job in making you very much a pawn in the course of events: you are not the nation’s saviour or the unwitting leader of a revolution, but one man caught up in a conquest bigger than himself. Don’t get me wrong – Warhorse still gives you enough to do. The main story, which moves along as something you are privy to, rather than a shaper of, still puts you in action-based roles which keeps the missions enjoyable.

The main benefit of this decentered, small-scale plot is that it allows you to be much freer in how you play Henry than other RPGs might have allowed. Although the game occasionally requires you to fight a boss or do something virtuous, you are, for the most part, free to be a deceitful, two-faced, self-serving coward when you see fit.

In one rather large skirmish, for example, I hid behind the vanguard of allied soldiers, only occasionally jabbing through the melee when my opponent’s backs were turned before retreating behind the safety of my human shields. Elsewhere, I unashamedly used a bow in a one on one sword fight, reminiscent of the iconic Indiana Jones scene.

This was not because of any aversion to sword-fighting – rather my inability to beat the boss in hand-to-hand combat. Indeed, swordplay is one of the game’s biggest strengths. Unlike the hack and slash or button-based systems employed by most other video games which see you use a sword, Kingdom Come employs a five-pronged reticle which gives you the option of where to strike and from what position.

photo:WarhorseStudios

This combat system is enriched by an intuitive yet hard-to-master network of feints, dodges, blocks, combos and misdirections which make swordplay tense and complex, but also frenetic and deeply satisfying.

Unfortunately, like many other parts of the game, the finer details of combat lack a bit a polish. The automatic lock-on targeting system is a particularly irritating example of this, as is mounted combat, which is basic and often glitchy. Archery, too, needed some more time with play-testers. The absence of a reticle, allied with Henry’s inability to hold the bow anywhere near still or for any length of time, make it far harder than its worth.

Adding to the sense that Kingdom Come: Deliverance is a little bit undercooked is just how buggy it. From minor visual bugs to mid-range performance bugs to game breakers (or at least save-breakers), I encountered them all. I saw four NPCs occupying one physical space, horses caught eternally in mid-air, and combatants spinning in ceaseless circles.

 

photo:WarhorseStudios

Whilst it is easy to poke fun at these relatively unobtrusive visual bugs, the more serious ones were much more problematic. For example, I managed to irreversibly break Miller Peshek, a major quest-giver and buyer of stolen goods, by stealing from him in a mission in which he asked me to steal from him – he promptly had me arrested and is now stuck on the same dialogue line, the snake.

Elsewhere, I woke up in Talmberg to find a bandit from Pribyslavits shouting at me for trespassing in Pribyslavits. He then initiated a fight, but the intervening loading screen was obviously as confused as me because the game promptly crashed, sending me back to my last save.

This was compounded by the games infuriating save system, which allows you a finite amount of saves based on how many ‘saviour schapps’ you have or else makes you rely on autosaves, which are few and far between. Given the relative difficulty of the game and its tendency to jump combat on you unexpectedly, death is a frequent feature of Kingdom Come: Deliverance, meaning that the save system often made me replay unusually large chunks of gameplay and consequently lose my momentum.

Jason Schreier recently published a book called Blood, Sweat and Pixels. In it, he talks about how kick-started games have to play by slightly different rules: once they run out of money, it’s out, and there is no publisher to run to. In other words, kick-started games eventually hit a hard release wall where they have to release the product or start burning into their own money, negating potential profit.

This can be seen very clearly in Kingdom Come. I can’t fault its outstanding ambition, originality, art design or one-on-one swordplay, but its very clear where resources haven’t been available and where time has been short. With the game selling well, I would expect many of the problems with the game to be retrospectively fixed, but until then, too much holds Deliverance back from fully delivering.

6.5/10

Live review: Dermot Kennedy

Monday 19th February, Gorilla

After opening act Jack Vallier set the pace with a wonderful, relaxed performance, Irish singer-songwriter Kennedy came onto stage coolly and calmly alongside his support band.

Starting the show with ‘An Evening I Will Not Forget’, Kennedy set a precedent for introducing every song with an explanation of either its significance to him personally, or where or when he was when he wrote it: all very charmingly old-timey, but with striking sincerity. He came across a highly genuine character, and created an intimate show. “So this next song….”

In the theatre there was no escaping the conclusion that Kennedy is a supremely talented vocalist. There wasn’t a single note out of place or anything less than brilliant all night. Not only this, but his songs are written to expertly exploit his dynamic range, reaching forceful, loud piques and subtle, soft troughs, without ever over-complicating matters.

It seems too that his lyrics are as well-crafted as his vocal chords. Intensely personal, soulful subject matters are arranged beautifully and evocatively. The balance he seems to strike is excellent — dramatic, without ever being melodramatic. He is a storyteller à la Dylan, and you can see it all has real meaning to him, and it aided the performance immensely. ‘For Island Fires and Family’ was a particular example, and formed the central high point of the show.

This sounded like a performance that had already been grown into from the moment Kennedy stepped out onto stage. Kennedy, with only a single EP released, played songs which are yet to be released, including brand new material never played live before, some songs even nameless. If those tracks didn’t have much experience on the stage, it fooled me. The songs, he says earnestly, are geared up to be released next month, and he hopes you like them.

His guitar licks were simplistic yet entirely fit for purpose. Throughout the bulk of the show, subtle electronic elements were lightly blended in rather well to the otherwise acoustic instrumentation, like a strong coffee with a dash of milk. His multi-instrumental backing band did well to perform excellently whilst allowing Kennedy the spotlight and prominence in the overall mix of sound. At times a rather rude crowd was handled well too, Kennedy encouraging them to sing along with the recurring lyrics of closing song ‘After Rain’. It was a little twee perhaps, but definitely effective.

After this performance, I will be keenly looking out for Dermot Kennedy’s next musical release, in whatever form that may be, and I recommend you look out for it too.

9/10

A forum to empower renters

Living in Manchester, it’s hard to miss the reality that the city is facing a housing crisis. The most evident aspect of this is the growing number of rough sleepers, but this is a symptom of a wider issue of a defective housing system.

Often left out of the dialogue is how this failing system is impacting students who live in private rented accommodation. Just a quick scan of ‘Fallowfield Student Group’ reveals horror stories of rogue landlords causing problems, from lack of care taken for properties resulting in damp and mould (and subsequently slugs), to deposits not being returned, to broken down boilers. Further to this, climbing rents are forcing more students into part-time work to the detriment of their health and studies.

This situation is so common that students have joined forces to create a ‘landlord blacklist’ to warn future students of landlords who frequently cause issues.

The problem is found across Greater Manchester. In fact, according to a study by New Economy Manchester, one in five tenants have rented a poorly-maintained home, and one in ten have experienced problems with landlords.

In response to these issues, a powerful housing movement is forming in the region. Greater Manchester Housing Action (GMHA) is part of this movement. GMHA is a partnership of individuals, communities, charities, and academics. It seeks to develop an empowered and educated housing movement, to enable greater citizen input into housing policy and form a coordinated network of different actors pushing together for change.

One way that GMHA aims to tackle housing issues is to give those renting a voice, a historical first in Manchester at the Renters’ Forum which will take place on March 1 (6:30 -9:00pm) at the Mechanics Institute.

The aim of the forum is to provide a platform for renters, support services, and campaigning organisations, helping to shift the power imbalance and empowering renters to exercise their rights. Those struggling to access or living in private rented housing will be able to speak directly with policy makers and council leaders, demanding for improvements and change.

The event is the product of a collaboration of various housing campaign groups including Tenants Union UK, GM Shelter and Acorn Communities Manchester.

The Forum is an important opportunity for students who are powerless and voiceless within their housing options and susceptible to exploitation from rogue landlords. Siobhan Donnachie from GMHA highlights that “we need to ensure that student tenants, landlords and universities work together in the interests of those renting, which can only be achieved by amplifying the voices of students and highlighting that they have a right to housing which is safe, secure and affordable.”

The forum has garnered support from the Mayor of Greater Manchester, Andy Burnham, and the City Mayor of Salford and GMCA lead for Housing, Paul Dennett, both of whom will be attending the event to listen to the concerns of renters.

Andy Burnham says: “for too long Parliament has neglected the private rented sector. As a result, renters have been left without rights and without a voice. In Greater Manchester we want this to change and that’s why we strongly support the Renters’ Forum.”

Tickets to this event are limited so head to the events Eventbrite page to grab yourself one:

https://www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/manchester-renters-forum-tickets-41950015626

GMHA contact details:

Website: https://gmhousingaction.wordpress.com/

Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/gmhousingaction/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/gmhousingaction?lang=en

Starfield: what we know about ‘Elder Scrolls in Space’

Starfield’s elevator pitch of “Elder Scrolls in space” has garnered a surprising amount of excitement from the gaming community — especially considering that not a single world about the game has escaped Bethesda’s lips yet.

The prospect of Starfield is perhaps so appealing because it’s Bethesda Game Studios’ first non-Fallout and non-Elder Scrolls game — unless we’re counting IHRA Professional Drag Racing 2005 which, I think it’s fair to say, we aren’t.

There have been a lot of rumours and speculation about Starfield, so what follows is a summary of what we know so far, what we think we know, and when we can expect to see more from Bethesda’s next big title.

Now, covering what we know for certain about Starfield is pretty straightforward, owing to the fact that the only concrete evidence we have of its existence is a trademark registered by Bethesda back in 2013, and renewed in 2016. From this, we only know for certain that there is indeed an upcoming Bethesda game called Starfield, and that it has been in development since 2013, even if just at the conceptual level.

Photo: Justia Trademarks
Photo: Justia Trademarks

This info naturally sparked interest over the years, but with nothing else to go on, no meaningful speculations could be made about the project. Fortunately for us, then, someone purporting to be a Bethesda employee was willing to anonymously spill details in the run-up to E3 2017.

Bethesda’s would-be Judas, who posted under the pseudonym Salulard on 4chan, gave copious amounts of detail about upcoming Bethesda projects, including Starfield and Elder Scrolls VI,  and even claimed that the company was developing a Game of Thrones title in partnership with HBO.

These highly-detailed leaks were relatively convincing, but ultimately meaningless without any proof to corroborate them. This is why the information Salulard provided about Bethesda’s E3 2017 show is of such interest:

Speaking of Bethesda’s E3 show, Salulard stated that “the two major announcements are Fallout 4 VR and Starfield,” adding, “they are working on Skyrim VR as well but they aren’t sure if they are going to show it yet since they don’t want to take the light away from Fallout 4 VR or Starfield.”

Starfield, of course, was not announced during Bethesda’s show – a fact which alone would have unequivocally proven Salulard is simply a troll who delights in fuelling the rumour-mill. However, both Fallout 4 VR and Skyrim VR were indeed shown during the conference, so it would be unwise to completely dismiss this ostensible leak just yet.

It gets really interesting when we take a look at the strange background Bethesda chose for their presentation; a starry theme with no ties to the actual content of their E3 show.

Bethesda's VP amidst a starry backdrop. Photo: Mancunion
Bethesda’s VP amidst a starry backdrop. Photo: Mancunion

If we do take this as confirmation that Starfield was intended to be shown at E3 last year, the question that must be asked is: why did they change their mind?

It could be that Bethesda wanted to discredit Salulard, devaluing all of the information he provided by rendering one key part of it incorrect. This would make sense; Salulard went as far as laying out Bethesda Game Studios’ rough release plan all the way to 2030. If the leak was genuine, this completely robs the company of any surprise marketing campaigns for well over a decade.

As for when we’ll now get to see Starfield, E3 2018 would be a good bet. Fallout 4 was announced at E3 2015 and released that same year, and since this E3 reveal and same-year release schedule was allegedly also the plan for Starfield last year, it could be that Bethesda will simply repeat the process in 2018.

Again, this is all speculation. Speculation based on a somewhat reliable source that has many convinced, but speculation all the same.

Disclaimers aside, if we do see Starfield in 2018, and Salulard is vindicated by correctly predicting its details, the rest of his rather outlandish claims including a Bethesda Game of Thrones title in 2020 will suddenly become very, very interesting indeed.

Review: The Cloverfield Paradox

It’s been ten years and J.J. Abrams’ secretive and tantalising promise of a cinematic Twilight Zone-esque anthology series has still not quite come to satisfying fruition. 2008’s Cloverfield successfully blended the found footage horror of The Blair Witch Project with convincing teenage drama and ‘kaiju’ thrills, and 10 Cloverfield Lane was a slick and suspenseful abduction thriller that was tampered with to heighten the science-fiction subtleties of the script.

With The Cloverfield Paradox, Abrams and co. have taken advantage of the current streaming resurgence and attempted something unprecedented: releasing the latest entry in the increasingly foggy Cloverfield franchise on Netflix, with no hype or trailer other than its brief Superbowl teaser dropped on the day of the film’s release.

Prior to watching the clean 100 minutes of interdimensional space terror, this feels like an excellent move. Trailers and film journalism have often wiped away anticipation for a film by revealing its many twists, turns and moments in revealing advertisements and press junkets.

Netflix have challenged its status as top dog for streaming by testing our need for instant gratification, experimenting with a release format that does away with the cultivation of extended hype. Instead, a film could be uploaded to online platforms with a promise of a surprise cultural landmark that no one saw coming.

Rather than a ghostly rumour turned shock hit, however, The Cloverfield Paradox is a derivative and slapstick mess of science-fiction conventions and concepts, roughly sewn together to deliver some semblance of a Cloverfield prequel. Strangely abandoning its cinematic anthology concept, Paradox is a weakly connected direct predecessor to the giant monster fun of the first one, yet the reshoots and script doctoring seem to think that the connections are strong. Get a little too attached to its new concepts and clear deviation from any sort of franchise pandering, and our immersion is quickly ruined by a muffled ADR insert of “Cloverfield”, or a distracting cut to the nonsense going on back home.

The intriguing cast of international astronauts and scientists that include Gugu Mbatha-Raw, Daniel Bruhl and Chris O’Dowd become the victims of a dimensional rift that bombards them with every cosmic horror method of killing in the book. When Elizabeth Depicki appears spliced into the walls of the ship in an unconvincingly gory scene that fails to transcribe the skin-crawling mastery of body horror of Cronenberg or Tetsuo the Iron Man, their situation gets worse from there, and the film largely turns into an episodic account of cosmic death until the crew decide to do something about it.

Some concepts are interesting. Some concepts are glaringly idiotic, to the point of considering that the film could have quite easily started life as a pastiche of the self-serious Alien franchise, or other space thrillers like it. Missing limbs come to life, escape pods are flooded and handguns are 3D-printed. Any time the blaring score indicates an intended swell of tension wooden performances, awkward shooting and bizarre visuals stand in the way of its sequences becoming genuinely scary moments. Though still relatively sterile, the sets and costumes are all adequate enough to play a part in what could have been a nice companion to something like Black Mirror or Electric Dreams, but, if the script was ever worthwhile, it’s been tampered with to disintegration.

When the film is strong, it’s usually when Mbatha-Raw is on screen. Her family turmoil and existential dilemma is enough to make the final hurdle of the third act just about bearable, but this is all squandered by science-fiction conveniences and contrivances of logic that are usually brushed over if the rest of the film’s aspects are worthwhile (see Interstellar), but here demand solutions for far more questions than it answers. An enjoyable and heartfelt performance is enough not to knock Mbatha-Raw from the podium of promising upcoming talents, but Paradox is still an unfortunate smudge on the cast’s filmography that, until now, had been sound in its levels of quality.

Netflix and Abrams had the potential to charge the streaming format of film viewing with an unexpected innovation, to exploit its position as the number one online platform for original content with a brand new marketing move. Releasing a franchise film with no trailers, no leaks and no hype is an idea rich with possibilities, yet the chosen film to kick start the phenomenon was a meandering endeavour that feels more like a cynical ploy than an exciting experiment. Netlix’s Mudbound and Okja have proven that the streaming giant does have an eye for quality, but it’s apparent that they didn’t have their glasses on when it was decided that The Cloverfield Paradox could be a smash hit for online cinema.

2/5

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Review: I, Tonya

Unlike many other sport biopics (Hollywood churns out a lot), I, Tonya does not tell the rags-to-riches story of Tonya Harding. It instead focuses on the downfall of the disgraced Olympian and the events leading up to what is referred to as “The Incident”.

The infamous Harding vs. Kerrigan attack is told in a mockumentary style and often breaks the fourth-wall to denounce wild stories that were reported by the media at the time.

During the weeks leading up to the 1994 Winter Olympics, rival Nancy Kerrigan is attacked and suffers from a leg injury resulting in her withdrawing from the Championships. Both Kerrigan and Harding manage to make the Olympic team.

What follows is a media frenzy and huge sporting controversy resulting in theories over whether Harding herself orchestrated or knew of the attack. This dark comedy depicts the life of Harding from her childhood through The Incident and into present-day.

Margot Robbie plays Harding — the figure-skater that the world loved to hate — remarkably, and it’s clear to see why she was nominated for best actress. Portraying Harding from the teen years onwards, it is evident to see Robbie mature into the character and through the life-altering choices she makes.

During her childhood, Harding is forced to skate by her abusive mother LaVona (Allison Janney) who gives a stellar performance in a striking role. LaVona is vicious, unapologetic, and monstrous yet Janney infuses a layer of comedy into the film.

In her teens, Harding meets Jeff Gillooly (Sebastian Stan) who begins to physically abuse her too, the two eventually marry and embark in an on-again, off-again relationship. Tonya’s self-appointed body guard Shawn Eckhardt also adds humour by the sheer ridiculousness of his grandiose statements (which are later seen to be lifted from real interviews). Despite all this, Tonya swiftly becomes one of the best figure-skaters in the United States and is the first U.S. female skater to perform the nearly-impossible triple-axel.

Director Craig Gillespie manages to effortlessly portray Harding’s childhood, teen, and Olympic years as well as her in present-day confessional interviews. Gillespie’s quick, almost hazardous, scenes manage to capture the teenage naivety, defensive skating, frustrating marriage, and conflicting life of Tonya Harding with ease.

This is further amplified by Robbie’s exceptional acting as she grows with the strong and complex character. Choosing to address the audience directly during re-enactments manages to convey the utter bizarreness of some of the alleged events of the time. However, choosing Robbie to play Harding at 15, is inept and makes for an unbelievable. Likewise, so is the decision to stay silent on Kerrigan’s perspective who is barely seen.

The script manages to incorporate dark humour but also relay the fact that it is a tragic story with grave costs for many. Scriptwriter Steven Rogers manages to depict the chaotic, eccentric, and overly-ambitious athlete that is Tonya Harding. Yet Rogers also manages to find the balance between the humour and the violence Harding endured at the hands of her mother and husband. Harding acknowledges said abuse but continues that the ultimate abuser was all of us; the audience. Choosing to focus the narrative around several unreliable narrators further highlights the heavy contradiction in the interviews and that we may never know the whole truth.

But it is the unexpected emotional elements that hit hardest. Harding is ostracised by the judges for being unconventional and not a typical ice princess. She is shunned by many for her low-class and redneck lifestyle. However, the film also jokes about this perhaps highlighting the similarities between then and now. The film emotionally resonates with us all, Harding is an underdog who defies all odds and is a great skater but is often unfairly treated over things she cannot control. The dismissive nature of the judges, the harsh media backlash, and Harding reminiscing about her skating days is heart-breaking to watch.

It’s the morbid curiosity that sensationalised the events in 1994, but it’s the same downfall that we are all watching once more. One this is for sure, Tonya Harding was meant for greatness, but it was stolen from her in many ways.

4/5

United withstand a Sevilla test in the Champion’s League

No English side in the Last 16 of the Champion’s League has lost in the first legs of their ties. Jose Mourinho will be hoping his side won’t let the Premier League down.

With Jones injured and Lingard one yellow away from suspension, Mourinho has a limited squad available to him. De Gea comes back into goal after Romero’s FA Cup Adventure. Valencia, Smalling, Lindelöf, and Young make up a strong back four. Yet again he chooses to bench Pogba opting instead for McTominay, Matic, and Herrera. Sánchez, Lukaku, and Mata lead the line.

Sevilla starts the game on the upper hand, linking up well in the opposition half. Manager Vincenzo Montella has selected an attacking lineup hinting that they are here to get the advantage in this first leg. Montella has done a great job of revitalising this Sevilla side. They only have one defeat in their last nine games, against Eibar, and they have progressed to the final of the Copa Del Rey.

The Sevillistas are cutting through this United midfield effortlessly with some sumptuously one-touch passing. This United back four have been equal to it every time but they will need to keep their focus to not get caught out by the explosiveness of these attacks.

A quarter of an hour in and Herrera gestures to the bench holding his hamstring. That’s a real shame for the former Athletic Bilbao man back on home soil. It looks like Pogba is going to play after all.

There is a high intensity to the game so far and it has led to a few fouls. The first yellow card of the game goes to former Stoke player Steven Nzonzi for a high challenge on Sánchez.

The physicality is not limited to Sevilla and Lukaku gets a talking too for shunting a defender to the ground. As an act of revenge, the Sevilla squad conspire to just leave a foot in on the Belgian and he is fouled three times in as many minutes.

Valencia gets the ball on the left-hand side and, in a beautiful bit of skill, sends Correa all the way back to Argentina. Sadly the final third passing lets him down, a symptom of the first half so far for United.

There have been so many fouls so far this game I’ve lost count and with every one that goes against Sevilla, the crowd grows ever more hostile. If this continues and United win I would be worried for the United supporters leaving the ground.

Justice for Sevilla fans. Alexis Sánchez is the second player to go into the referee’s book for sprinting 40 yards just to pull Jesús Navas to the ground. You have to admire his defensive work rate if the end result was disappointing.

Sevilla can smell blood after a few defensive mistakes by Manchester United. They are throwing everyone forward to try and grab a goal before the first half ends. The dream almost becomes a reality if not for a world class save by de Gea from a free header five yards out.

Just before the game starts Jose Mourinho calls Correa over for a conversation. The 23-year-old was listening attentively to the United boss and I don’t think it would be too much of a leap to assume he will get announced as a signing in the summer, a great bit of business. Like the old Madrid saying goes: If you can’t beat them buy them.

Franco Vázquez runs into a stationary McTominay and dives to the floor searching for a foul. Fortunately for everyone Vázquez is as bad at fooling the referee as Messi is at fooling the Spanish tax authorities.

The standout player so far this game is Joaquín Correa. Every time he gets the ball he takes on a couple of players at least. The rest of his team hasn’t noticed that though and he barely gets a whiff of the ball.

Despite this Sevilla are doing everything they need to score except put the ball in the back of the net. It should be 2 or 3-0 but in the 20 something chances Sevilla have had, only that one save before halftime stands out.

The second United substitution comes as Sánchez comes off for Rashford. Mourinho will be looking to rest his big players before the game against Chelsea on Sunday. Seconds later the third substitution takes place with Martial coming on for Mata.

As the full-time whistle blows Montella will be disappointed his side couldn’t get a goal in their home leg of this Last 16 tie. It was a textbook example of how to control a game away from home, a 23rd clean sheet of the season. The next game for Manchester United is against Chelsea on Sunday.

In conversation with Andrey Zvyagintsev

“There were several radical comments, even from notable figures in the political sphere, suggesting that certain artists ought to go out on to Red Square and ask for forgiveness from the entire Russian people.”

1500 miles from Moscow, director Andrey Zvyagintsev is held in a much higher regard. His latest work Loveless, about a divorcing couple whose son disappears, won the Jury Prize at Cannes, and his Q&A after our interview at HOME is completely sold out.

We meet in a stylish little bar adjacent to a cinema. Myself, joined by Elizabeth acting as translator, and Andrey, joined by his producer, Alexander Rodnyanksy. Andrey had a matter of fact appearance, wearing a plain grey t-shirt, blue jeans, and brown shoes.

Andrey is a calculated man. As he was asked each question he paused to ponder it for a few moments, formulating his answer. When at last he gave his responses he spoke with such assurance that, although I couldn’t understand a single word, I was gripped.

Alexander, on the other hand, had his chair facing slightly away from us, as if he could not be less interested. He spent the entire interview fixated on his phone, seemingly unable to reply to the wave of notifications faster than they came.

I became doubtful of his participation in the conversation yet, sporadically, he would lift his eyes to look over to Andrey, or Elizabeth, or myself and contribute as if he was sat on the edge of his seat as I was, hanging onto every word. Alexander has mastered the skill of appearing oblivious and I was amazed.

Growing up in Novosibirsk, Russia, Andrey can pinpoint the exact film that sparked his love of cinema, Michelangelo Antonioni’s L’Avventura. He described seeing it as a turning point in his creative destiny, which changed his beliefs of what cinema, and its language, could be.

“I came out of the cinema and it was as if I couldn’t move – I was in the street with my friend, and he was chattering away, saying, “come on, hurry up, let’s go!”, but all I could say was “Yuri, be quiet, just give me a minute…”

I’m convinced, but it’s just my opinion, that Tarkovsky [the revered and influential Soviet director] was heavily influenced by Antonioni. He never spoke about it, but I think it’s obvious from his films, because the 1960s were a time of renaissance for cinema, all over the world, and the event of the appearance of neorealism, in particular, Antonioni’s Italian brand of neorealism, was like an underground explosion. It had such an influence on everything.

This started Andrey down a path he still travels today. His directorial project was a small project for TV of three twenty five-minute short films. “In the year 2000, Dmitry Lesnevsky [an influential Russian TV and film producer and entrepreneur] suggested I make a series. I decided that I would film each of the three screenplays that the producer had given me with different cameramen — I wanted to play with the style and try things out with different ensembles.”

“Then in March 2000, almost exactly 18 years ago, I met Mikhail Krichman [cinematographer]. It was a complete coincidence, a friend of mine introduced us, and we’ve worked together ever since. I gave up on the idea of making three features with three different crews only thanks to the fact that I delegated the first of the three to Mikhail. After the forty days of filming, I knew I didn’t want to work with anyone else. I knew that I had found a creative partner.”

Their collaboration has spanned several feature-length films but none had an impact quite like their fourth film, Leviathan, about a Russian fisherman who tries to stop a corrupt mayor from seizing his ancestral home.

“On one radio station, the presenter put out the question of whether people considered the film “Russophobic”, despite never having seen it. 48 per cent of people who called in said yes. The reaction in Russia was certainly unambiguous, but there were more positive appraisals and enthusiasm too.”

The Russian authorities, having previously supported Andrey’s work, radically shifted their position after seeing Leviathan. Vladimir Medinsky, Russian Minister of Culture, criticised the film for portraying Russians as a ‘swearing, vodka-swigging people’. He noted that not a single character was positive and suggested that Andrey’s work was motivated by ‘fame, red carpets, and statuettes’ rather than reality. Medinsky went as far as to propose new guidelines to ban moves that ‘defile’ the national culture.

“I suppose things may well get worse. Recently it has been getting more and more difficult to maintain artistic and creative property, an artistic view on life and art, to pose difficult questions and a complex view of reality to your audience. Inevitably curiosity and attraction to the work wins out, without a doubt, this tendency exists all over the world. But I think that’s how it will continue to be. Platforms like the festivals in Cannes, Venice, Berlin, which support this kind of film and provide an outlet and a springboard for it, are very important. In Russia, put simply it’s very difficult.”

Despite the polarised reaction to Leviathan, they weren’t worried about the reception for Loveless. “I knew that Loveless would be divisive in some way, but the thing I couldn’t have predicted was the degree to which it would radicalise people’s opinions.”

“A lot of people were expecting after they had seen Leviathan to queue up and watch another “Russophobic” film. Some people couldn’t shed their opinions towards Leviathan and so they came to see Loveless still saying, “bah, this director has no love for his characters, no love for people at all, no love for Russian people at all”.

“Of course, Leviathan paved the way to Loveless having such a broad audience. And for many people, their interest in Loveless was dictated by their initial experience and views on Leviathan. You could call me a representative of Russian cinema, but I wouldn’t know what to do with that.”

“Taking on a title like that, I would be concerned that it might change my behavior. No one dictated to me what to do to make these films successful. I don’t carry out anyone else’s intentions. I’m not a representative of Russian cinema — that’s the last thing I need to think about. If that was the case, then I’d have to fulfill some kind of imposed role — I’m not interested in that.”

Andrey recognises that his cinematic future may one day lay outside Russia, but that isn’t something he is against. “Today we were walking around the city, and I was thinking we should make a film about Manchester. Maybe a comedy with the Manchester United team! But seriously, if suddenly an idea came to me that was relevant, fresh, and had to be in some other language or in a different country, and felt relatable to me and a natural next step, there wouldn’t be any obstacles in my mind.”

“I’ve already had a little experience on a project in New York where I was the only one who could speak Russian. I had an assistant who acted as a translator for me so she managed the communication. During the scenes with dialogue I wondered whether I would be able to interact with the actors, whether their language would just go over my head, but ultimately, I realised that in principle it was possible. So I wouldn’t see any obstacles there. There’s only one obstacle, and that is to find good people.”

Our conversation ended by asking Andrey whether he was in the process of starting another film. “I have plans, but it’s difficult to talk about it, not just because there are few details at the moment but because I don’t definitely know what the next step will be. I’ve already taken enough of a break, we finished the film in May last year – I’m ready for the next film.”

“It was something of a forced break really, because the awards season started, then winter came around, and now the awards are going on until the Oscars on 4th March. We’ve all just been thinking about that date, and now it’s not far off.” “It’s a good thing you’ve hung in there,” Alexander chipped in, “you’re a survivor.” With characteristic wry humour, Andrey laughed back, “No, we won’t survive, that’s for sure!”

A summary of New York Fashion Week

As a modern hub for culture, art and, of course, fashion, it is only fitting that such a historic season was launched in New York. Alexander Wang announced he would no longer be showcasing his collections at fashion week, Marchesa cancelled their show in the wake of scandal and Jeremy Scott brought back Moon Boots. Momentous all round.

The theme of the season is throwbacks, and the trends that came out this fashion week were no exception, so here’s a quick rundown of the most popular trends that will be coming into (and back into) fashion for autumn/winter 2018.

Be prepared for a lot of bright eye popping colours and bold prints. A lot of designers followed in the footsteps of the spring/summer fashion week of September last year with bright, sunshine yellows and audacious pinks. As the eighties gets its revival on the runway, magenta is the way forward with the shift from staple red to staple pink for autumn as a warm tone to add to your cold weather wardrobe.

Animal prints are a similar statement piece that dominated the New York runway. Designers like Tom Ford and Carolina Herrera gave a makeover to the leopard print style most of us remember as something from our cringe worthy teen years and pair it with the bright, block colours that have been so popular. Speaking of 2008 throwbacks, when I watched the catwalk shows from last week I was instantly transported back to a time when the Gossip Girl characters were still at school and Blair Waldorf dominated high society fashion at Constance Billard.

In a throwback we probably should have predicted, coloured tights are back in. From neons to pastels, brands this year are indicating that you should throw out your boring black tights and invest in something that would make 2008 Upper East Side proud. Nostalgic designs also made a comeback in the form of what Elle calls ‘your Working Girl reboot’. The two piece suit rose in favour at the fashion shows last year has had a few tweaks as designers move from trouser to skirt-suits á la Melanie Griffith and Sigourney Weaver. Jason Wu and Calvin Klein keep it classic with dark greys and pinstripes, while Gabriela Hearst added a pastel pink twist to her suit designs.

If you take anything from any of the fashion weeks this season it’s to pull out all your own vintage as well as your parents and try to channel a look that reflects your inner eighties child with two pieces, bright colours and extravagant patterns. Autumn and winter this year are getting a bright colour reboot that Tess McGill and Blair Waldorf could not be prouder.

 

Hunter S. Thompson – in memoriam

February 20th 2018 marks thirteen years since the death of inimitable journalist and author Hunter S. Thompson.

Thompson redefined journalism working with Rolling Stone magazine. His work would come to be described as gonzo, written as a first-person narrative without objectivity. It disregards the traditions and rules of media for an approach with much more personality and humour.

His most acclaimed work, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, began as a 250-word assignment for Sports Illustrated covering the Mint 400 motorcycle race. In preparation for the event, he took an astonishing amount of drugs with him, including, but far from limited to, two bags of grass, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid and a salt shaker half full of cocaine.

The resulting piece was 2,500 words and was less about the race and more of, as he puts it, “a savage journey into the heart of the American dream”. Unsurprisingly it was rejected. He instead turned to Rolling Stone, whose editor Jann Wenner loved it, and so Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas was born. It ran in two parts in November 1971, later published as a book and adapted into a cult film.

During his career Thompson penned many more extraordinary works, such as his book Hell’s Angels, but as he grew older and his health declined he became increasingly depressed. On February 20th, 2005 he took his own life, leaving a note titled ‘Football Season Is Over’:

“No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun — for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your (old) age. Relax — This won’t hurt”

 

Premier League to provide free kit and equipment to schools

The Premier League Primary Stars Kit and Equipment Scheme aims to use the appeal of the Premier League and profession football clubs to inspire girls and boys aged 5-11 to take part. The Premier League Primary Stars programme is a national curries schemer that is designed to help children learn, engage and be active.

The Premier League Primary Stars Kit and Equipment scheme offers primary schools the opportunity to apply for free resources which can be used for active classroom sessions and PE lessons. In partnership with Nike and delivered by the Football Foundation, the scheme will provide equipment such as floor spots and giant dice to encourage active participation.

Nick Perchard, Head of Community at the Premier League, said “the Premier League Primary Stars kit and equipment scheme gives us the opportunity to provide free resources to primary schools taking part in the programme.  The kit and equipment includes footballs, floor spots and giant dice to help with active lessons. We are offering primary schools the opportunity to apply for free kit and equipment. We hope this year’s process will be as successful as last year and that it will encourage teachers who have not yet signed up to the programme to get involved with Premier League Primary Stars.”

Schools can apply from Monday the 19th of February to Friday the 6th of April and successful applicants will receive their kit and equipment from September 2018. Applications can be made via the Premier League ‘Primary Stars’ webpage.

Live Review: Lewis Capaldi

16th February 2018 — Manchester Club Academy

Although probably not his finest gig ever, Lewis Capaldi continued his journey to stardom with a heartfelt and powerful performance at the sold-out Manchester Club Academy.

After being hailed by VEVO as ‘One to Watch’ and winning the ‘Best Breakthrough Artist’ award at the Scottish Music Awards in 2017, the 21-year-old Scotsman was building quite a reputation for himself, but he did not fail to disappoint. After a rather uncharacteristically shaky start to the set, Capaldi settled and started to show us quite what he was made of. He exhibiting his soaring raspy rich vocals despite ‘having a sore voice’.

The intimate setting of Club Academy was not particularly favourable, with its dry and unforgiving acoustics, but this did notstop the audience from enjoying it. They positioned themselves on-stage as if they were at a school assembly, with the young at the front and elder at back.

It was not long before they started to enthusiastically sing along and found themselves absorbed into Capaldi’s melancholic musical bubble. Lewis Capaldi jumped from having a full band backing him, delivering pop-infused indie rock and some contrasting acoustic sounds, to stripped-back moments of solely piano and voice, playing all four of the songs from his debut album Bloom — an EP which sold out all 150 physical copies nearly as quickly as a ‘Supreme drop’ — whilst also showcasing his newest upcoming songs which seem to be just as beautifully heartbreaking as the former.

Swaying to and fro from the mic with eyes rolling back Capaldi nurtured every lyric and note to his hit single Lost On You — a stirring piece of songwriting rooted in that incredible voice. A scream beckoned from the swarm of teenagers with their flashlights and Snapchat filters mid-way through song, answered by Capaldi, with a simple and character-typical “Cheers!”. The humbleness purveyed was refreshing to witness, especially in an age where so many artists get caught up in the novelty of fame.

Although lacking in natural stage presence when not singing, Lewis Capaldi, with a beer in hand, filled the silence with interjections of humorous and entertaining comments that almost verged on being self-deprecating at times. The highlight of this had to be when he was promoting his highly-anticipated upcoming album release, telling the audience in his thick Scottish accent to download, stream or even illegally download it so he could “keep pretending he was a singer”. His life as a musical artist and performer is still obviously somewhat surreal to him, as I expect it would be for any 21-year-old, and it is this unpretentious-manner that underpins his charm and alluring likeability. This made for a very enjoyable gig experience that left me both heart-warmed and inspired.

Capaldi’s talent as a musician is undeniable and it is outstanding for such a young singer to have so much depth and richness to their tone, connecting with its listeners at a time where heartbreak is so tragically prevalent in the world. The heights of 2017 will be difficult to live up to for Capaldi but with the upcoming release of his promising new singles and the experience gained from his worldwide touring I can only see him growing in popularity and 2018 being a colossal year for the artist.

 

8/10