Studios are sticking to the old line that women don’t pull in the big bucks. Transfer that philosophy to any other business, and you'd face an industrial tribunal

An informative and witty account of anorexia that constantly prods away at the strangeness of its subject matter

Alice Jones' Arts Diary

Alice Jones' Arts Diary

Alice Jones' Arts Diary

Alice Jones' Arts Diary

Going, going, gone – to my billionaire best friend in the fifth row. It takes years to train as an auctioneer and a couple of decades on top to smooth one's salesroom patter and gavel-banging. If you're Leonardo DiCaprio, though, a few pals in high places are all you need. At an auction at Christie's New York on Monday, the actor raised $38.8m (£25.5m) for his Foundation, which works to protect endangered species and wildlife habitats.

Adamsdale was an actor who became a comedian by mistake. Alice Jones meets him.

The Suffolk town of Halesworth might look idyllic but don’t be fooled, there’s darkness lurking behind the half-timbered facades. This year’s High Tide festival of new writing tackles everything from heroin addiction to Hillsborough, bullying to black actors in “blackface”. You couldn’t accuse it of being twee, although you might wish for a bit of light relief. Small-scale doesn’t have to equal issues-driven.

It is easy to be rude about Brown’s writing, but literary snobbery looks a bit silly against the cold, hard fact of 200 million novels sold worldwide