James Dean

A few days after the 1997 Oscar ceremony, the film maker David Anspaugh was invited to meet Billy Bob Thornton for lunch. Thornton, a free-spirited an(...)

Americans are not welcome here. They are pariahs. Obviously, I don’t think that. I am merely quoting from recent conversations with two distinguished (...)

The album to start with The Times They Are A-Changin’ (1964) The cover told the story. After the portrait of the unformed boy, fresh in fr(...)

As our contact with the outside world shrinks to the size of a screen, once-private things have been pushed to the fore. Our bookshelves, formerly un(...)

The beach running scene is still acted out along the Old Course at St Andrews and so too is the Trinity Great Court run at Cambridge. The soundtrack i(...)

THE HOLLYWOOD STAR’S GOOD LOOKS MAKE US FAR TOO DISMISSIVE OF HIS TALENT. AFTER PICKING UP A BAFTA IN LONDON ON SUNDAY, HE DESERVES TO WIN A SECOND(...)

In May 1962, Marilyn Monroe created a stir when she sang her breathless rendition of Happy Birthday to president John F Kennedy for his 45th birthday (...)

For decades the cult around the late actor Montgomery “Monty” Clift has traded on his supposed miseries; he was a beautiful loser, as the title of Bar(...)

There are times when one actor seems to be in everything – remember the Year of Chastain? – but that ubiquity rarely involves someone so young as Luca(...)

Last summer I had my 50th birthday. Fifty, which Victor Hugo called the youth of old age and is, according to George Orwell, the age at which everyone(...)