Like a rush of blood to the fangs comes that sookiest (as opposed to Sookie-est) of shameless vampire-themed cash-ins: the overwrought compilation album. We reckon we could do better than this.

Werner Herzog reimagines Bad Lieutenant the only way he can… by letting Nicolas Cage go cuckoo bananas.

What immortal hand or eye could frame Tiger Woods’s fearful symmetry? Probably not those of subeditors, but it’s not for want of trying.

Like Sam Cooke, we didn’t know what a slide rule is for. But we had even more to learn, for this totem of mid-century nerddom is just one of the quirks in the fascinating history of mechanical calculation.

Last night, Empire Of The Sun won seven ARIA awards. Luke Steele freaked us out, but where was the other half of the duo, Nick Littlemore?

As Rena Glickman, she was a teenage New York gang leader. After impersonating a man, moving to Japan, and threatening to sue the IOC, she became Rusty Kanokogi: International Women’s Judo Matriarch.

Yesterday the Melbourne International Comedy Festival announced that it was taking over management of Trades Hall from independent producer Bella Union. Is this a good or bad thing for local comedy?

It’s freezing, there’s some fucking ’80s Luc Besson free-diving movie screening, we’re eating cold meat, and everyone spent too much time on their hair. But it all turned around at Rooftop Cinema’s opening night.

It’s a great week for movies – and there are a few interesting dramas, plenty of music, and journos winning awards for writing about bushfires.