Tonight is the 17th annual Webby Awards, which are almost as famous for their five-word acceptance speeches as they are for the websites rewarded for their excellence.

Finnish designers are not quite so cautious however, billing Titanic II as 'the safest cruise ship in the world'

In order to practise the skill of persuasive writing, Year 11 pupils at Chew Valley school in Somerset were asked in early December to write to their favourite celebrity asking for an autographed picture.

Oscar-winning film-maker Sam Mendes is returning to the West End with a musical version of Charlie And The Chocolate Factory.

Jodie Foster and John C Reilly play an earnest couple whose son has been bashed up by a fellow pupil.

There's no avoiding the Queen right now, and as a gentle play reminded us, she can't escape either

Chinese cinema-goers have been left disappointed after authorities censored a famous scene in Titanic for the film's 3D release.

The British film and television production industry is dominated by the middle-classes who “hoard” opportunities and benefit from family ties, new research has found.

Sheridan Smith, the Olivier-award winning actress, has pulled out of Bridget Jones: The Musical, the West End adaptation of the popular column/book /film, set to open at the Savoy Theatre this autumn. Who could possibly fill her shoes?

1. Ramone.

ITV could bank as much as £4m in advertising this weekend thanks to the launch of Britain's Got Talent and new Sunday night drama Titanic, its two most important shows of the year so far.

Of the 700 crew who perished on the Titanic, 550 came from Southampton. Their stories have rarely been told – until now.

I've always viewed the Oscars roughly the way I view Formula One: I'm quite interested in knowing the results, but the process by which they're produced is basically unwatchable. Over here, where things are still amateur enough that something is liable to go wrong – see Freddie Starr's recent inscrutable performance at the Comedy Awards – they're still reasonably entertaining.

On Saturday night, in a cinema in Dalston, the audience clapped. They may or may not have clapped after the event that took place next, which was a "happening", involving live, human beings, and which sounded to me as weird as the outfits of the trilby-headed hipsters I had to squeeze past. But what they clapped when I was there wasn't human, and it wasn't alive. What they clapped was a film that had just finished called The Artist.