Is this the dolliest autobiography of the year?
'I was tall, thin and adored by all who met me whether it was Hubert de Givenchy, Yves Saint Laurent and especially Karl Lagerfeld...' Well, we've all been there.
Rush. It’s a new play starring Rupert Everett.
They had us at ‘Rupert Everett’, right? Right. Because it’s nigh on impossible for anything starring London’s glittering Rupert Everett to be a dud, even that thing he did with Our Glorious Leader (‘Madonna’ in old money). You know, that awks baby daddy one, she’s got strawberry-blonde hair, he’s got sperm.
The Drive-In
For those of us with a car and perhaps even people to fill it, news of a peripatetic (some of us spent lockdown watching re-runs of Call My Bluff) drive-in cinema this summer will have you reaching for your phony-ponies (don’t forget the ribbon!) and leather biker jackets before you’ve had time so say, ‘Oh, Sandy!’
A Streetcar Named Desire
We won't hear a word against Gillian Anderson. We may occasionally say one but we certainly won't hear it even if we do.
Warhol: A Life as Art by Blake Gopnik
Lucky we’re in lockdown because this 976-page biography of big old gay old Andy Warhol could only ever be read at home.