Sophisticated, glamorous, her hair and makeup always perfect, Laura Durand was unattainable and untouchable, an adult movie star who rose above her material and cast a spell over

Southold, New York, the unkind winter of 1843, an apparently quiet and observant village where outrage has been heaped upon offence behind closed doors, the discovery of abomination

Rub-a-dub-dub, three men in a tub, who do you think they are? There is travel show host Ray Marsh, his producer/director Alan Meursalt, and their replacement cameraman Sean

In armour and animals skins the masked soldier walks under grey skies and rain, through valley and river, across mossy rocks and to the jagged foot of the

It’s not so much a job as a calling, an obligation which can’t be avoided, a task that needs to be done but which is unpleasant for all

“A boy who rose from the depths of poverty to become champion of the world,” Michael “Midge” Kelly may have found fame and wealth but there was also

A native of Kentucky who later relocated to New York where he became the highest paid reporter in the United States, it was in his home state that

Another night at the telescope for Kate Dibiasky, scanning the skies for data as she moves closer to her doctorate until she finds an anomaly, a fast-moving object

It opens to the sounds of gunfire and images of war, the dead, nothing spared, a tone which continues throughout Yasuzo Masumura’s Red Angel (赤い天使, Akai Tenshi), adapted

The Hotel Poseidon is drowning in filth, misery and decay. The walls and dishes are dirty, and every word can be heard through the thin walls, intrusive and