Christie Brinkley’s memoir begins with a horrific helicopter crash and it’s hardly a spoiler to tell that Christie survives, going on to write this book which in America has sold 1.2 million copies. Which is the greater miracle?
This is a cool crime caper that’s both a tribute to 1970s cult movies and – set in sunbaked Arizona Southwest in 1972 – an entertaining narrative of fast cars and breakneck lives.
This blockbuster racing film looks fabulous thanks to the Top Gun: Maverick director Joseph Kosinski – but it also plays out like a two-and-a-half-hour advert for the sport.
Six of the seven contenders for Australian television’s top prize are women. The other is Hamish Blake. Netflix has strong showings in drama, and the ABC again leads in total nominations.
James May opens up on the odd chemistry of the shows that made him a star – and why the achievements of Captain Cook should never be forgotten.
It’s not the prehistoric monsters that haunt the composer of Jurassic World Rebirth. Talking behind-the-scenes at London’s famous Abbey Road Studios, Alexandre Desplat tells Review what really made him panic.
It’s a magic combination: in-depth research on a topic beloved by the chronically online, delivered in a conversational way.
The Vikings were as savage and destructive as the Mediterranean pirates, and just as ruthless in seizing people to sell as slaves, but they were also much more impressive as seafarers.
Helen Trinca’s new book about Elizabeth Harrower; the Peter Blazey fellowship opens, and other news from the book world
Lyn Brown book a bookshop on a whim. Then she bought another one. And another one. Now she’s retired, and remembering how much she loved it.
Would it be all that weird to assign human-style rights to rivers? They seem alive to Robert Macfarlane.
French-born American-trained artist Benjamin Millepied, whose divorce with Natalie Portman was finalised last year, says his life today revolves around two things.
And in what decade did humans first reach outer space? Pit your wits against Review’s resident Quizmaster.
Naked, confined and slowly crushed by sand – Cuban artist Carlos Martiel’s Dark Mofo performance aims to expose the violence inflicted on marginalised communities. Warning: Graphic content.
After 24 years between releases, this album was never going to be as casually anthemic as Pulp’s disparate pair of 1990s masterpieces, but that doesn’t make More a mere afterthought.
Often referred to as the British Tarantino, Guy Ritchie is famous for his filmic style – the jagged editing, daring angles, use of both slow and fast motion, images overloaded with effects, and a trademark visual humour. This is all on display in his colourful new docuseries.
The sunshine in so many of his songs was his way of dealing with the pain of his personal life.
Spanish box office hit The 47 will have you cheering for a bus driver who wants to save a route for a disadvantaged community.
The general absence of Australian performers in weekly sales charts has prompted more than a few to wonder, in their darkest moments, whether it reflected a declining quality of the art itself.
Frederick Forsyth wrote meticulously researched spy novels, including The Odessa File and The Dogs of War, but his own life was as full of derring-do.
Few rock bands can match the raw power and propulsive swagger generated by Queens of the Stone Age in full flight. A new concert film shows the quintet in a raw, delicate state deep underground.
The pioneering funk musician, who led Sly and the Family Stone, has died aged 82.
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