From the rousing horns of Indiana Jones, to the jukebox pop of Scorcese and Tarantino’s flicks, or the Wagnerian swagger of Apocalypse Now – there’s no denying film soundtracks are an integral part of the cinema experience. But what makes a great soundtrack? What are they there to do? The Red Curtain met with three doyens of different realms of cinema to get to the heart of what makes a great soundtrack. Continue reading
The Red Curtain believes all of life’s philosophies should be predicated on the consumption of chocolate. So it is natural we loved Continuous Growth – we warmly embrace any theatre that declares the world’s problems could be lessened if we just shared our last Rolo with someone we loved.
I want to exorcise the sense that I’ve been violated. I’ve just seen The Lorax, you see, and although I’d like to present a cogent argument as to why it is a fetid turd of a film, I fear I may be too damn irritated by the entire debacle to do it rational justice. Hard-upon will follow a bewildering morass of capital letters and ill-considered analogies, but somewhere amidst them all you will grasp my point.
The Red Curtain is not a native Scot, so unfortunately has to plead unfamiliarity with the Robbie Burns poem Tam O’Shanter, purportedly a piece of text most good Scottish children (that’s a we’en, apparently) will have drilled into them at school. But there’s no matter: the new production of Tam O’Shanter, from theatre group Communicado, is as warm and intriguing an introduction to the Rabelaisian excesses of Burns’ epic as one could hope for. Continue reading
The realm of British Political Satire is dominated by the shadows cast by two brilliant, scathing comic Leviathans: whip-smart 1980s sitcom Yes (Prime) Minister and, more recently, Armando Iannuci’s scabrous beast The Thick of It. With those two shows setting the standard so very, very high, it is especially impressive that Coalition, new satirical play from writing team Robert Khan and Tom Kalinsky, manages to assert both its own identity and, indeed, pride of place, in the British Political Satire kingdom. Continue reading