Who can forget John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever? He is no less unforgettable here, as a woman in a 30lb fat-suit.
The Painted Veil
John Curran’s glorious adaptation of Somerset Maugham’s novel was unfairly overlooked at this year’s Oscars, despite two wonderful lead performances, an elegant script, and stunning cinematography of the Chinese landscape.
The boys are back in their best caper yet, having seemingly put the rather flaccid sequel behind them. George Clooney, Brad Pitt and Matt Damon – for cool, charming, sexy thrills, you need look no further.
If you can ignore its rather liberal take on history this is a thoroughly entertaining romp through one of England’s most exciting periods, and Jonathan Rhys-Meyers is simply exceptional as the young
King Henry VIII: History according to Heat.
Rufus! Rufus! Rufus! Does Judy! Judy! Judy!
The impossibly sexy Rufus Wainwright recreates Judy Garland’s legendary 1961 Carnegie Hall concert at our very own London Palladium. Gloriously camp – and reverential.