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| | | Coldplay perform Iranian protest song by arrested singer | | by Oliver Holmes Oct 31, 2022 | | British band joined on stage by exiled actor as Buenos Aires concert is beamed via satellite to 81 countries An Iranian protest anthem that has become the soundtrack to the national uprising was again thrust into the international spotlight over the weekend when Coldplay performed a cover and broadcast it live around the world. The British band played the song, Baraye, in Buenos Aires, Argentina, on Friday and Saturday night at the start of their world tour, with the exiled Iranian actor Golshifteh Farahani on stage and singing in Farsi. Continue reading... | | | | | | | Cette Maison review – fragile murder tale weaves a dreamscape around grief | | by Leslie Felperin Oct 31, 2022 | | Miryam Charles’s beautiful and unsettling experimental film explores the unsolved killing of her cousin Writer-director Miryam Charles’s fragile experimental film hovers on the cusp of making coherent sense throughout – and then skittishly retreats from the brink every time, like a ghost with commitment issues. It’s maddening and mesmerising in near equal measure. There’s a profound sense of loss at the core of Cette Maison, as it weaves a dreamscape around a little nugget of biographical pain: in 2008, in Bridgeport, Connecticut, Charles’s cousin Tessa was found hanged in her room, but the autopsy discovered that she’d been raped and murdered before the hanging. The crime was never solved. The film becomes an attempt to resurrect Tessa through drama: the remarkable Schelby Jean-Baptiste plays the dead girl who offers monologues to camera about her life in Haiti before the murder, and then acts out little scenes with her mother Valeska (Florence Blain Mbaye, heartbreaking) as if she’d lived on the edges of the family. Continue reading... | | | | | Harry Hill review – reliably, joyously madcap as ever | | by Brian Logan Oct 31, 2022 | | Milton Keynes theatre
While not quite reaching previously attained heights of absurdity, the comic still pulls off a successful stream of nonsense It’s been a decade of tumultuous change since Harry Hill last toured. But for Hill, some corner of a comedy stage will forever be nonsense – a timeless land where rapping to the Crossroads theme, dressing up as an elephant and making ventriloquist’s dolls vomit always has a home. Pedigree Fun finds the 58-year-old neither looking nor acting a day older than when Sausage Time toured in 2013 – even if its cavalcade of idiocy doesn’t quite (or at least not tonight) scale the heights of its predecessor. The only instance of Hill acting his age rather than his shoe size is with a running gag about the generation gap. Millennials and their juniors are teased wickedly about their meagre inheritance as he brags about the hardiness cultivated by a death-defying 70s upbringing. There is more wickedness in the mix than previous shows – see several Hitler jokes and a gag about the paedophile TV stars of yesteryear (“You’ve got to hand it to them, they were natural entertainers”). Continue reading... | | | | | |
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