According to the rock-band cliché: "We just make music to please ourselves and if anyone else likes it, it's a bonus." For the Manic Street Preachers, that sort of talk has always been an unforgivable, bourgeois conceit. If you've got something worth saying, you want it to be heard by the maximum number of people. That, at least, is half the story.

Sandra Bullock warmed up for the Academy Awards with a stop at the Razzies to collect a dubious honor: a worst-actress prize for her romantic comedy flop "All About Steve."

‘Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen’ and ‘Land of the Lost’ are this year’s contenders for Oscars spoof the Golden Raspberry Awards (Razzies) with seven nominations apiece.

When she left 'Coronation Street' in 2004, Suranne Jones knew she needed to wash the soap right out of her hair. She tells Gerard Gilbert how her choice of roles has boosted her credibility (...and why she fears John Barrowman's turkey baster)

The same conversation has been heard in my household for the past 18 Decembers. "Darling, I hope you haven't got me a Christmas present... I'm not getting you one. Don't you think that's sensible?" Yesterday, I heard the 2009 version, which had the added virtue and piquancy (or so he thinks) of chiming with the economic situation across the land.

When actor Ian Hart attacked a disruptive theatregoer, playwright Ben West wasn't surprised: audiences often behave appallingly, he argues

There was an interesting moment at the end of Andrew Marr's TV show last Sunday morning when the Conservative leader David Cameron was sat next to two feisty actresses, Samantha Bond and Romola Garai. Party leaders always pretend to enjoy such shoulder-rubbing with glamorous, but probably they dread the thought, because the inevitable question is always asked. And indeed it was: "What's going to happen about funding of the arts?"

This terrible Will Ferrell sci-fi comedy can't decide whether to aim for small children or teenagers, and ends up alienating them both.

Anna Friel's Holly Golightly fails to charm, let down by cut-out skyscrapers and thin direction

It is a brave man who takes on Breakfast at Tiffany's – Truman Capote's jewel of a tale and later much-loved movie which cemented Audrey Hepburn as the epitome of Hollywood golden-age glamour – and rejigs it for the stage. And it is a peculiarly heavy-handed man who takes this classic novella – at a mere 91 pages, as elegant and slim as Miss Golightly herself – and turns it into a gruelling two-and-three-quarter hour marathon.

The actress shares more than a few traits with Truman Capote's feisty heroine

Councils want to rob our polls of their nocturnal drama to ease wage bills, yet waste cash on daft slogans; Anna Friel may bring a dark side to Audrey Hepburn's famous role; and Matt Damon's lucky he can 'chunk up'

Toil and trouble

Dizzying camerawork can't keep a dud story on track