Hyperion Records continues to excavate the forgotten and often minor gems of the 19th century in its various Romantic Concerto series.

Life of a Domino's Pizza worker turns out to be riveting viewing, writes Calum Henderson.

I hate to say this because I do love the setting but the series is now a triumph of commerce over art. May the force be with you, writes Karl Puschmann.

The Black Quartet combined with Lawrence Arabia, Tiny Ruins, and Rob Ruha for a charming evening of musical diversity.

Many may think "don't mess with a classic" but games very quickly moved on from two people fighting on a 2D platform.

Among the razzle-dazzle of the big shows, the Auckland Arts Festival always throws up some hidden gems like Waves.

In this fantastical Kiwi detective story, Carl Bland's musings on truth and loss are framed as "three men in search of a playwright," writes Janet.

Ralph Fiennes couldn't make a bigger splash if he tried, rampaging through director Luca Guadagnino's relationship drama.

The things you learn at the pictures. Had I not seen Sacha Baron Cohen's new film, I might have gone through life sublimely unaware of the word "bukkake", let alone the concept. That may have been no bad thing, of course.

Sufjan Stevens described his mesmerising and moving Civic Theatre show last night better than anyone else could: "A celebration of termination."

The makers of this show have given themselves a challenge: they've attempted to adapt what is primarily adult literature for 4-8-year-olds.

John Psathas' collaboration blends live players and international musicians against World War I battlefields.

The latest offering from the inimitable Coen brothers is Hail, Caesar!, a goofy love letter to the golden age of Hollywood.

Madonna left fans bewildered after her first Auckland show, during which she performed a sex act on a banana and broke down in tears for her son Rocco.

TV3's new BBC spy drama The Night Manager might be lavishly appointed but its debut episode felt a little hollow.

Sudbin pursues these philosophies in an entertaining booklet essay for his new CD of Medtner and Rachmaninov.

The new Coen Brothers film about old Hollywood has its moments but its narrative juggling act doesn't come off.

Soap opera melodrama and visual effects wizardry combine in a mythical Egyptian fantasy adventure - and it's an uncomfortable mix.

Those controversial outfits. That awful humble-brag apology to Kendrick Lamar. And their virtually unlistenable Valentine's Day single, Spoons, an ode to having a cuddle in bed.

I first saw Sleater-Kinney at the Kings Arms in 2002 as a teen punk, back when the stage was barely a stage. I loved them so much I flew to Melbourne to see them again.

The local production of Henry V, with an all-female cast of 29, steers a path somewhere between the two extremes.

It's a dog-eat-dog world in this uncompromising reworking of John Gay's 1728 The Beggar's Opera.

Poetry and power merged as promised for Auckland Philharmonia Orchestra under the baton of young Spanish conductor Antonio Mendez.

It has taken me a while to process things in the aftermath of Zoolander 2.

After post-graduate studies in Sweden, McGregor has remained in that country, returning home in 2014 to tour with the four string players of her Dalecarlia Clarinet Quintet.

On record, Jeremih's smooth, sexed-up take on R&B sits somewhere between R Kelly and Miguel, his voice mixing with electronic bass tricks that feel so current it hurts.

There's a point where nostalgia becomes more like necrophilia, and Fuller House immediately crosses that line.

The story of the Sonderkommando, the "special units" of Jewish prisoners in Nazi death camps forced to assist with the exterminations of the Final Solution, has been little-told in the cinema.