John Psathas' collaboration blends live players and international musicians against World War I battlefields.

The latest offering from the inimitable Coen brothers is Hail, Caesar!, a goofy love letter to the golden age of Hollywood.

Madonna left fans bewildered after her first Auckland show, during which she performed a sex act on a banana and broke down in tears for her son Rocco.

TV3's new BBC spy drama The Night Manager might be lavishly appointed but its debut episode felt a little hollow.

Sudbin pursues these philosophies in an entertaining booklet essay for his new CD of Medtner and Rachmaninov.

The new Coen Brothers film about old Hollywood has its moments but its narrative juggling act doesn't come off.

Calum Henderson tunes into Netflix's batch of cooking docos, and wonders why every meal has to be an art form.

For a show about a fast-talkin' shyster, Better Call Saul sure moves slow. It's unhurried and deliberate, writes Karl Puschmann.

Those controversial outfits. That awful humble-brag apology to Kendrick Lamar. And their virtually unlistenable Valentine's Day single, Spoons, an ode to having a cuddle in bed.

I first saw Sleater-Kinney at the Kings Arms in 2002 as a teen punk, back when the stage was barely a stage. I loved them so much I flew to Melbourne to see them again.

The local production of Henry V, with an all-female cast of 29, steers a path somewhere between the two extremes.

It's a dog-eat-dog world in this uncompromising reworking of John Gay's 1728 The Beggar's Opera.

Poetry and power merged as promised for Auckland Philharmonia Orchestra under the baton of young Spanish conductor Antonio Mendez.

It has taken me a while to process things in the aftermath of Zoolander 2.

After post-graduate studies in Sweden, McGregor has remained in that country, returning home in 2014 to tour with the four string players of her Dalecarlia Clarinet Quintet.

On record, Jeremih's smooth, sexed-up take on R&B sits somewhere between R Kelly and Miguel, his voice mixing with electronic bass tricks that feel so current it hurts.

There's a point where nostalgia becomes more like necrophilia, and Fuller House immediately crosses that line.

Prince wasn't the only purple-obsessed performer in town last night.

Prince showed he had more rhythm in his little finger than most humans during his last NZ concerts.

Death Cab For Cutie have been around the block since the 90s and yet this is only the band's second time performing in New Zealand and their first time in Auckland - needless to say, their long time fans were delighted to finally be seeing them.

Depending on your appetite for DIY, Our First Home is either the connoisseur's Block NZ or merely The Block NZ with all the boring bits left in.

The Bard's complex meditation on the power of love sparkles into life on a bare stage of compelling physical intimacy.

The Pop-up Globe's Twelfth Night gives an idea of the atmosphere at the original Globe Theatre over 400 years ago.

Will the Dai Henwood-hosted Family Feud make winning a car cool again? Calum Henderson says yes.

A little ball of wool just made my son burst into tears. And it was completely my fault.

Director Christian Ditter has already tackled rom-coms with British film Love, Rosie, but in How to Be Single he goes from riffing on one relationship to wrangling a clutch of them, with the ensemble piece getting the better of him.

Viewed from here, where American football remains, for most of us, a curiosity, this film about a doctor who challenged the sports-entertainment industrial complex behind the game is something of a revelation.