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.

Calum Henderson tunes into Netflix's batch of cooking docos, and wonders why every meal has to be an art form.

For a show about a fast-talkin' shyster, Better Call Saul sure moves slow. It's unhurried and deliberate, writes Karl Puschmann.

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.

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.

If you liked the arched eyebrow of the dowager countess at Downton Abbey, you just have to get a load of this.

Prince wasn't the only purple-obsessed performer in town last night.

Prince showed he had more rhythm in his little finger than most humans during his last NZ concerts.

The Pop-up Globe's Twelfth Night gives an idea of the atmosphere at the original Globe Theatre over 400 years ago.

The Bard's complex meditation on the power of love sparkles into life on a bare stage of compelling physical intimacy.

Will the Dai Henwood-hosted Family Feud make winning a car cool again? Calum Henderson says yes.

A little ball of wool just made my son burst into tears. And it was completely my fault.

Director Christian Ditter has already tackled rom-coms with British film Love, Rosie, but in How to Be Single he goes from riffing on one relationship to wrangling a clutch of them, with the ensemble piece getting the better of him.

Viewed from here, where American football remains, for most of us, a curiosity, this film about a doctor who challenged the sports-entertainment industrial complex behind the game is something of a revelation.

"I added a couple of tracks." Did he what! Just two days before the extravagant release of The Life of Pablo, West's tweet revealed the addition of eight extra songs, taking his seventh album from a relatively concise 10 tracks to a whopping 18.

REVIEW: Haters were hoping Max Key would make a dick of himself on his radio debut. Instead, the Prime Minister's son was quietly determined to have a party.

Duncan Greive says TVNZ is serving up cliches.

A Sunday afternoon recital by the Tennant-Austin Duo provided a stylish launch for Auckland's concert year.