Guy Pearce was last seen in Iron Man 3, and Felicity Jones is set to co-star in the next Spider-Man film, so Breathe In is a welcome opportunity to remind ourselves of how sensitive they both are when playing ordinary, un-superpowered beings. It's written and directed by Drake Doremus, who collaborated with Jones on last year's Like Crazy, a heart-bruising, semi-improvised comic-drama which took a standard romcom plot – two twentysomething lovers stuck on different continents – and imagined how it might unfold in reality. In Breathe In, he pulls off the same trick with another well-worn predicament, the attraction between a married man and a girl young enough to be his daughter. It's a predicament that can be especially problematic if you're not Michael Douglas or Woody Allen.

Instead of recognising Turkey’s European credentials, the United States continues to see Turkey as a possible ‘Islamic democracy’ and example to the Middle East

Gloriana, Royal Opera House, London

Among the sillier genre films of the 1960s were the beach party movies: they depicted attractive young people in abbreviated swimwear beguiling the summer months with flirty horseplay and otiose bursts of song.

Noel Coward Theatre, London

He was in the right place at the right time – so why is Chagall regarded as an also-ran of Modernism?

Eighteen-year-old Chinese-American wunderkind Conrad Tao is a composer-pianist in the tradition of Liszt and Rachmaninov, blessed with prodigal performing skill and compositional imagination beyond his tender years.

Wear, what, why, when?

“Please welcome, the comedian, Paul F. Tompkins”. The precise way in which the American veteran introduces himself to us tonight is not merely playful intonation, it's indicative of the poise and clarity that will characterise the hour to come.

'When I put Mark Wallinger and Bob & Roberta Smith on a pair of elephants'

“I had never been cool. I liked the same music as my mother,” writes an anonymous member of Bernadette Corporation, the New York artists’ collective, founded in the early 90s, whose oeuvre spans fashion, literature, film, and installation.

They don't make 'em like they used to – that's the received wisdom when it comes to film stars, right? Where screen idols of yore thrived on ego and excess, today's pretenders suffer on egg-white omelettes and media training.

Having sucked the pith out of Great Expectations twice over (Gillian Anderson and Helena Bonham Carter both self-immolated as Miss Havisham), film producers are now delving into Oliver Twist for spin-off ideas.

The notion of a cult US TV show that has garnered more column inches than viewers – think Arrested Development or Joss Whedon's Firefly – is nothing new.