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The Sound of Movies

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Forget Zimmer’s epic soundtracks and Williams’ brooding scores, some of the most unforgettable musical moments in cinematic history have been created with popular music – familiar tracks which momentarily bridge the gap between a film’s world and your own. The technique often runs the risk of being televisual and ‘gimmicky’, yet the finest directors are sensitive to the way certain records can enhance films in strange and compelling ways.

One needs only to look at this year’s Oscar nominations to see how masterfully the technique can be executed; in The Wolf of Wall Street Scorsese juxtaposes a party scene of bacchanalian excess with Elmore James’ “Dust My Broom”, 12 Years A Slave sees an achingly powerful rendition of John Legend’s “Roll Jordan Roll”,  Jennifer Lawrence performs an angry, alcohol-fuelled living-room solo of “Live And Let Die” in American Hustle while George Clooney in Gravity hauntingly listens to the folk song “Angels Are Hard to Find” as he floats into the void.

With this in mind, I’ve ordered my fifteen favourite examples of the way songs have been incorporated into movies. 

15) Enya – “Orinoco Flow”(The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo – 2011)

Stellan Skarsgard meandering over to his cassette player to switch on the mellow, new-age melody of Enya’s 1988 track while Daniel Craig hangs breathless in a harness, ready to be tortured. It is one of the most deliciously creepy moments of recent cinema; an episode which alone justifies the $100 million remake of the Swedish thriller. David Fincher had already done something similar in his 2007 film Zodiac, playing out the serial-killer’s first crime against Donovan’s “Hurdy Gurdy Man,” assuring that you will never listen to these tracks in the same way again.

14)  Elton John – “Tiny Dancer” (Almost Famous – 2000)

Whilst I wasn’t as struck with Cameron Crowe’s film as many were and nor am I particularly fond of Elton John, it’s frankly very difficult not to be swept up in this emotional rendition of “Tiny Dancer”. What begins as a seemingly commonplace musical sequence becomes (about 1 minute in) a collaborative cathartic release for the tensions within the band. A real gem.

13)  Kym Mazelle – “Young Hearts Run Free” (Romeo + Juliet – 1996)

Yes, you’re probably sick of the film (probably having watched it on repeat in GCSE English lessons) but that doesn’t detract from the thrill of watching Shakespeare’s Mercutio transformed into a sassy drag-queen who performs a dazzlingly camp dance-routine to this disco anthem at the Capulets’ party. Bizarre. Then again, this is the director who made stage thespian Jim Broadbent sing Madonna’s “Like A Virgin” in Moulin Rouge and introduced Fitzgerald’s “Jazz Age” New York with the music of Jay-Z and Andre 3000.

12) Chuck Berry – “You Never Can Tell” (Pulp Fiction – 1994)

It’s a classic film with so many brilliant tracks. While one could choose Neil Diamond’s “Girl You’ll Be A Woman Soon” or Dusty Springfield’s “Son Of A Preacher Man”, it is Chuck Berry’s track which gets to accompany the famous dance sequence between Uma Thurman and John Travolta.

11) Roberta Flack – “Killing Me Softly” (About A Boy – 2002)

It’s a moment up with there with Hugh Grant’s dance to “Jump” by The Pointer Sisters in Love Actually, but this scene is particularly heart-warming, with a young Hugh Grant helping out an even younger Nicholas Hoult in the school talent show.

10) The Faces – “Ooh La La” (Rushmore – 1998)

Wes Anderson’s second feature film tells the story of eccentric teenager Max Fischer (Jason Schwartzman) and his doomed love for elementary school teacher Rosemary Cross (Olivia Williams). Although unsuccessful in his love, Fischer is granted a dance with Cross in the final scene – a beautiful ending.

9) Tears For Fears – “Head Over Heels” (Donnie Darko – 2001)

A brilliantly weird sequence in this movie masterpiece. The new-wave British band’s 1984 hit plays as the camera pans through Darko’s high-school corridor and courtyard, fitting in perfectly with a film which is, at once, both banal and psychadelic (especially with the short but hilarious sequence following the 01:50 drumroll). 

8) Huey Lewis and The News – “Hip To Be Square” (American Psycho – 2000)

Christian Bale gives the most fantastically neurotic performance of his career in this film, culminating in this scene in which he critically analyses “Huey Lewis and The News” before chopping Jared Leto to bits. The band apparently refused to allow the song to appear on the film’s album soundtrack, criticising the scene’s violence, but its inclusion perfectly captures the horrific comedy of Bret Easton Ellis’ novel.

7) Hall & Oates – “You Make My Dreams Come True” (500 Days Of Summer – 2009)

500 Days of Summer is a “love it or hate it” rom-com containing hazardous levels of “quirkiness”, yet even this surreal sequence of Joseph Gordon Levitt feeling on top of the world is sure to warm the heart of the most cynical viewer. No? Congratulations, you really are a cynic.

6)  Edvard Grieg – “In The Hall of The Mountain King” (The Social Network – 2010)

Perhaps it is a stretch to call Grieg’s 1876 orchestral piece “popular music” – especially when it has been dazzlingly remixed by Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross, yet The Social Network’s Henley Regatta sequence is a virtuoso piece of film-making which is made more enthralling by a striking update on this familiar classical track. (The film also closes with a brilliant use of The Beatles’ “Baby You’re A Rich Man”).

5) The Shins – “New Slang” (Garden State – 2004)

Garden State was a remarkable directorial debut for Zach Braff. About 30 minutes in, the protagonist meets Natalie Portman’s character who plays him this “The Shins” track in the doctor’s waiting room. It’s an incredible moment, and one only wishes Braff had kept the song playing for a couple more seconds. Nevertheless, we can expect more Braff magic in his Sundance-acclaimed second feature Wish I Was Here out later 2014.

4)  Dick Burnett – “Man Of Constant Sorrow” (O Brother, Where Art Thou? – 2000)

The Coen brothers here demonstrate a love of folk music (which has been rekindled this year with Inside Llewyn Davis) with this George Clooney led rendition of the traditional Dick Burnett track. The performance plays a central part in the movie, unwittingly turning three prisoners into a famous musical act called “The Soggy Bottom Boys”. The movie’s entire album soundtrack is awesome.

3) Stealers Wheel – “Stuck In The Middle With You” (Reservoir Dogs -1992)

Tarantino’s second appearance on the list is a classic piece of film-making, an infamously violent scene set against the 1972 folk-rock hit. Our simultaneous horror and complicit enjoyment of Michael Madsen’s sociopathic act broke generic boundaries which paved the way for David Fincher and Mary Harron’s similar use of the technique (see above).

2) Scott Fitzgerald and Yvonne Keeley – “If I Had Words” (Babe – 1995)

A sentimental choice it may be, but Babe is an absolute gem of a movie. Criminally, it is the only film of James Cromwell’s career to earn him an Academy Award nomination but it is deserving recognition nonetheless; in this scene he sings the 1978 UK hit to his “sheep-pig” before breaking out into a glorious dance routine. Beautiful stuff.

1) Roachford – “Cuddly Toy” (Alan Partridge: Alpha Papa – 2013)

Steve Coogan said in an interview that this sequence was initially only filmed to be used as a short clip, but the single 90 second shot made it into the movie in its entirety – and it’s pure genius, with Partridge on his commute to work lip-syncing better than Beyoncé. While not the best film on the list, this opening sequence is unforgettable.

 

We still have a nineteenth century approach to welfare

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Welfare reform is nothing new. British politicians have been debating how to administer social security benefits for centuries. What is surprising is that the discourse surrounding welfare has changed so little since the Victorian period.

Just over 180 years ago, Nassau Senior, a former fellow of my college and the inaugural Drummond Professor of Political Economy, was working as a leading commissioner on a report that would form the basis of the New Poor Law of 1834 — arguably the most important social policy of the nineteenth century. Were Senior able to read a newspaper today, or listen to a politician like Iain Duncan Smith, I imagine he would feel immensely proud that his ideas still have a profound influence on the way we debate the welfare system.

Historical parallels are often pushed too far, and it is important to emphasise that current reforms are nowhere near as regressive as the New Poor Law: nobody is calling for workhouses. Nevertheless, the underlying principles are remarkably similar. As in 1834, the current reforms use a test of an individual’s capacity to work as a means of distinguishing between the truly deserving and the undeserving, those incapable of work and those who are simply poor and/or “lazy”. In the words of Duncan Smith “at last, no longer will a life on benefits be an option if you are capable of work”. The goal is not to alleviate material deprivation but to get people into a job — no matter how poorly paid.

This is an approach that Senior would wholeheartedly endorse. At the core of Conservative reforms is an ingrained concern that indiscriminate state relief morally degrades the recipient. According to Michael Portillo, getting “something for nothing” saps the will to make anything of one’s life. At the 2013 Conservative Party conference, Iain Duncan Smith argued that making work pay will “restore hope, raise aspiration and build self reliance once again”. That sounds awfully similar to the words of Henry Fleming, secretary of the Local Government Board, who argued in 1871 that “relief extinguishes in the mind of the labourer… every incentive to self-reliance and prudent forethought”.

It is of great concern that we tend to answer old questions in ways that our forebears would recognize. The New Poor Law still casts a long shadow over current debates and we remain trapped by its categories, making genuine reform unlikely.

The parallels are all the more worrying given that we now know that the designers of the New Poor Law got things profoundly wrong. The new consensus amongst economic historians is that the Old Poor Law, more localised and much more generous, was an effective system that blocked pathways into poverty. Gregory Clark has demonstrated that the 1834 reforms did not increase the supply of labour by “making work pay”, and my own research argues that reductions in cash benefits actually reduced household savings levels.

Nassau Senior was a pioneering economist but he was a terrible historian. In 1926 R. H. Tawney described the New Poor Law Report as “brilliant, influential and wildly unhistorical”. I see these words as a clarion call for a more historically informed approach to welfare than the one currently offered up by those in government.

Winter Warming

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Finding it hard looking stylish this winter? Yep, me too. When facing sub-zero temperatures, looking ‘fashionable’ is hardly a priority – staying warm is. The other day I walked out wearing (drumroll please) a woven vest, buttoned shirt, knitted cardigan, knitted jumper, rainproof jacket and a lined gilet. The effect? I looked like the Michelin man.

But it got me thinking, winter doesn’t have to mean piling on layer upon layer. Nor does it mean having to wear the same coat all day, every day for the next 3 months. Indeed, we’ve got a few tips right here which are seriously helpful. Looking stylish need not result in goose-bumps, after-all. Here’s how to stay warm whilst keeping your cool…

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Winter Warming Tip One:
Thermals, thermals, thermals. One of the best inventions in the textile world, up there with SPANX. Invest in a good quality, light, thermal vest, preferably with a boat neck. Worn under that evening dress, no one need ever know…

Winter Warming Tip Two:
Only buy jackets that are lined. This doesn’t have to mean fur (although they are SO cosy) any good quality coat should have an extra inner layer to provide insulation.

Winter Warming Tip Three:
This applies to skirts. ‘SKIRTS??’ I hear you cry…IN WINTER? Yes, but in particular the maxi skirt. Worn with extra thick leggings underneath (again, no one will see!) the floor length will shut out that winter breeze.

Winter Warming Tip Four:
Be fabric picky. Look at the label – a shirt made from cotton, linen or nylon is NOT going to keep you warm. They will require more layers (cue the dreaded Michelin look). Instead, opt for wool. The higher the content, the warmer you’ll be. (Now there’s an excuse to buy that pricey lambswool jumper!)

Unfortunately, there doesn’t seem to be any ‘magic solution’. No matter what, the feeling of being whisked away to the Caribbean just won’t happen. (Hell, even in summer this doesn’t happen). But at least England will seem, well, a little more like England, and not the Arctic. Oh and one final tip! Before going out, warm up gloves and scarves on the radiator. Surge of warmth, guaranteed.

 

                                                                                          

Review: The Railway Man

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★★★★★

Five Stars

The Railway man is a film about the loss and then regaining of humanity. The plot, taken from Erik Lomax’s autobiographical novel, is that of Lomax’s capture amongst the British forces in Singapore by the Japanese Imperial Army. While there Lomax (played by Jeremy Irvine as a youth and Colin Firth as the elder) attempts to build a radio for information about the British forces and is tortured horrifically by the Kempetai for doing so. His experiences are unveiled through a series of flashbacks, at first the memory mixes with the present as the Japanese interpreter, Takashi Nagase, is seen walking through a restaurant in post-war Britain.

Jeremy Irvine performed these torture scenes himself and the agony echoes throughout the cinema hall. A startlingly powerful performance, the younger Lomax’s suffering is contrasted with the moody pensiveness of Firth as we begin to understand the elder Lomax’s mental pain. But this is not just a story about the horrors of the victim; it also delves into the psychological agony of the oppressor. The younger Nagese (played by Tanroh Ishida) is a ruthless member of the Japanese torture squad. An individual to which the young Lomax pleads to as he is the only English speaker. The elder Nagese (played by Hiroyuki Sanada) is tracked down by Lomax in the 1980s and the allure of revenge is tempting. His eventual forgiving of Nagese could perhaps disclose a mismatch between the plot and film genre.

To begin to understand Lomax’s thought process, a gruelling mulling over of his suffering, the limited spheres of filmography can be insufficient. Nagese’s contrition, understandably so as the film is told from Lomax’s point of view, is also harder to grasp due to the omission of his battling with guilt. This can make the film’s denouement surprising; the enduring friendship of Lomax and Nagese can seem hasty, although the limitations of film make this likely.

The film is not only a representation of the atrocities of World War II; it is also about the forgiveness given to those guilty. Lomax’s marriage to Patti (Nicole Kidman) is, according to his fellow prisoner Finlay (played by Stellan Skarsgard who oddly makes no attempt at an English accent), the saving factor in his inner pain. Equally the friendship evolving from the agony of the torture chamber is a softening of the past. The wounds are coaxed through the passage of time. The film expresses this healing by ironically intermingling time periods. This interchanging means that friendship and love remain as much a part of the film as the horrors of the prisoner camp and we are reminded of this throughout.

Just because they’re right…

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Tuition fees, immigration, Nick Clegg’s hair. There are any number of reasons to support a particular political party, ranging from the rational through the bigoted to the absurd. But, supposedly, one of the most “scientific” ways to find out where your true political allegiances lie is the “political compass” test (http://www.politicalcompass.org/index) which asks you a series of questions and then places you on a two-dimensional chart, showing not only how economically left or right wing you are but also how authoritarian or libertarian. Much to my surprise, I came out as a rabidly left-wing libertarian. Now, I have always fancied myself as a centrist, if anything tilting to the right. But the conspiracy thickens. Nearly all my friends who took the test also came out as left-wing libertarians. All this confirmed one of life’s self-evident truths, namely that the student population are much more left wing than the population as a whole. Even Ed Miliband is classed as right wing authoritarian.

Perhaps it is unsurprising that students are more left wing than most – the combination of youthful idealism and a lack of personal wealth surely account for that. So, what is my point? It lies in the fact that, despite our supposed tolerance and well meaning, we show no tolerance towards right-wing people. People who support lower taxes are automatically selfish, just as people who are worried about immigration are automatically bigoted. Defence spending is a jingoistic extravagance whilst Gove’s education reforms are a barely-disguised attempt to disturb the comprehensive ideal we all hold so dear. Right-wingers, in short, are horrible people.

Such an attitude completely misunderstands the psyche of the accused. Right-wing people want the best for their country. Honest. They support lowering taxes because they believe that lowering taxes will create the right economic conditions to promote an improved standard of living for all. Michael Gove believes that it is only through his reforms that an equal playing field will be created as it is only through them that the state sector has any chance of catching up with the independent sector. Even those attitudes that we hold to be bigoted and nationalistic, such as being anti-immigration or pro-defence spending, are results of perfectly understandable, if not commendable, feelings. People are scared of the unknown, they are scared for their economic welfare and they want to sleep safe in their bed at night. We are all, for the most part, strong young people who are better suited to coping with this world than old retirees, subsisting on a small pension, often living in neighbourhoods experiencing constant flux.

I realise that I am conflating being economically right-wing here with being authoritarian but students at Oxford seem to have remarkably little sympathy for either.  I am not arguing that you should support their views – indeed I myself oppose many of them – just that we should respect what they have to say. Whilst OUCA might not be the best advertisement for right-of-centre views, it does not necessarily follow that all right-wingers are bad. In a culture where we celebrate difference, is it too much to ask that we accept other people’s political differences too?

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Eat, Sleep, Rave, Repeat

Just how sociable is ‘going out’ anyway?

Sweaty people, sweat-ridden floors and loos caked with liquids one could only wish were sweat. What more could Oxford’s nightlife offer? After all, it is only in establishments as august as Wahoo or Junction that one truly makes friends for life. In a straight up choice between actually getting to know people better by talking to them or shouting incoherently at them across the dance floor, I know which one I would choose. The latter. Obvs. 

OK, fine, I admit it. Going out night after night is not my idea of fun. One night a week definitely but the whole time? A humanities degree is, academically at least, a lonely experience – apart from a couple of contact hours a week spent avoiding the tutor’s gaze, it is just me, a book and some high calorie comfort food. Sure, you can work in the library or in someone else’s room but at its very essence the work is of a solitary nature. In light of this, it strikes me as bizarre that people decide to spend their social time in a room where the only people they can hear are themselves.

Undeniably, the occasional night out can be great fun. Getting drunk, having superficially deep experiences with people you have just met and dancing like you can when you really can’t – the world would be a worse place without it. Yet, it is when going out become the primary form of social experience that I get worried. For starters, look at the terminology used – ‘going out’, for example. Going out to buy some milk, going out to have coffee with a friend, going out to have a drink in a pub – ‘going out’ could mean all these things and more. It is absurd, therefore, that its usage is restricted to nightclubs. I get that using the term ‘clubbing’ makes you sound like an eight year old on a sugar high, but at least it is not so generic as to be meaningless. When I tell someone I am going out to the pub, I have to say, ‘not out out, just out.’

Similarly, ‘pre-drinking’, or worse ‘prinking’. Call me old-fashioned, but whatever happened to plain old drinking? There is no reason why it has to be a precursor to anything. After all, in my very scientific, snap poll of my staircase, a large number said that ‘pre-drinking’, alongside the Hassan’s trip on the way back, are the best bits of ‘going out’ anyway.  What a surprise – those are the times you can actually talk to people.

All in all then, the actual ‘going out’ bit of ‘going out’ is as anti-social as writing this blog post. Talking of which, welcome to my blog -In true amateur form, I have no idea what my blog will be about or even, at this moment in time, what it will be called. But, suffice to say, it will normally involve a good self-indulgent rant. And on that note, remember one thing. There is more to life than to eat, sleep, rave, repeat.

Preview: Kate Tempest

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Born and bred in South-East London, performance poet Kate Tempest has supported acts such as John Cooper Clarke, Scroobius Pip and Billy Bragg. She has also performed to homeless people and in prisons, having started out ‘rapping at strangers on night busses and pestering mc’s to let her on the mic at raves’.

Temple’s disarmingly unassuming English-rose appearance belies a truly bewitching, lyrical performance style which mixes intimacy with passionate conviction. She speaks – sometimes almost seems to sing – about social issues which are all too often forgotten in today’s music. Last year, she won the Ted Hughes award for innovation in poetry, a ground-breaking achievement in a world where performance poets are often not taken nearly seriously enough as artists. It is so easy to forget that once, spoken poetry was almost the only form of poetry. It is the oldest and most powerful of arts. Tempest’s mingling of poetry and theatre sees her joining an oral literary tradition that leads back through Chaucer to the Medieval lyricists and Classical dramatists, but with the energy of hip-hop.

In the Prologue to her award-winning show Brand New Ancients she addresses it to the ‘plight of a people who have forgotten their myths, and imagine that somehow, now is all there is’. The show is a modern-day epic following two South-East London families as their lives intertwine, set over the backdrop of an orchestra. The guy with big glasses and a scarf selling me books at the Royal Court Theatre said I have to see it.

Kate Tempest comes to the North Wall on the 25th and 26th of February.

Review: Thirsty Meeples Board Game Café

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If you like board games then I’m preaching to the converted; there’s the perfect café for you that’s just opened in Gloucester Green. Stop reading now and go. I, however, am not sure whether there’s room for many new games in my life, or even if I have the time to play the ones for which I do know the rules. Don’t get me wrong, organised fun in the form of cardboard-mounted amusements can sometimes be just that – fun. I love the the odd Christmas Cluedo, or even occasionally pursuing a quest for world domination in that notorious home-wrecker – Risk. It’s just that rarely, I imagine, would one think ‘it’s such a shame there’s no café specifically open for the playing of board games’. My local coffee shop has Jenga, Connect Four and Yahtzee stuck up on a shelf in the corner, where they usually remain.

Concept-based issues aside, I’m sure the café appeals to a certain demographic, even if it is not my own. When I went to check it out Meeples was actually totally empty, but that’s probably not unrelated to the fact that it was 11 o’clock on a Monday morning. The interior is a cosy cross between a library and a restaurant. Look closer at the shelves and you will see just a cross-section of the 400 games they have on offer to play or buy (cheaper than the RRP). 99% of the titles on their website I haven’t even heard of. There’s a £3.50 cover charge to pay on arrival, before you even order any food (which doesn’t scream good value, especially when a sandwich will set you back £4). It’s not the place to go for a couple of hours to curl up in the quiet and read a book. That said, you are encouraged to ‘STAY AND PLAY AS MANY GAMES AS YOU LIKE, FOR AS LONG AS YOU LIKE!’; I suppose if you have an entire day free to devote to this then it starts to look more appealing, especially as it’s open until midnight. If you plan on playing Monopoly then you’ll probably need that long.

Having such a panoply of easily accessible and ready to use board games also means you don’t have to agonise over what to fill the last space in the car with when you come up for term; because, let’s face it, your 101 Encyclopedia of Games boxset is always going to lose out in any episode of ‘Do You Think We Can Fit Anything Else In?’. Their website claims it’s a good place to just turn up and find other game fans to play with. If you can’t agree on which game to choose or even what to order don’t panic. Within the café there are ‘Game Gurus’ who will ‘help find the right game for you’: who knew board games were so personality-specific? You can even roll Thirsty Meeples Menu Cubes – dice designed to choose your food and drink for you.

Thirsty Meeples claims to be Oxford’s first and only board game café and I wouldn’t bet against them being correct. What remains to be seen is if there is a proliferation of other establishments offering something else other than merely coffee and a cupcake in other cities. One thing’s for sure, it’s more interesting than the Coffee Giants drudgery you get on Cornmarket, where the most you can hope for is a free phone app while you wait half an hour for your drink.

Review: Red Star

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If you’ve not ventured past the Cowley Road Tesco’s you won’t have come across Red Star. Even if you have, you might not have noticed the innocuous front. On my first visit I ordered “what they’re having over there”; as much a testament to the hugely varied and appealing menu as well as my inevitable panic when perusing it. It turned out to be a chilli beef ramen, and I couldn’t help but compare it to similar offerings around town. Wagamama immediately sprang to mind. I’ve always had it in for the place (much to the chagrin of devotees of the chain) ever since they put chicken into my takeaway ramen rather than the prawns for which I’d paid. Now I’ve found a far better and cheaper replacement, and haven’t looked back since. Many visits later there’s still plenty of the menu I’ve got left to try, even if their ‘Specials Board’ seemingly hasn’t changed for the last two years.

Miscellaneous plates and bowls that look like they’re from a charity shop came full to the brim. Rather than needing to fish through lukewarm broth, my ramen (like everything else) was stuffed with flavour and full of fresh vegetables and beef (I hope). It’s as close as you’ll get to the street food in South East Asia those who gap year-ed there won’t shut up about. There are plenty of safe opportunities to dip your toe (or chopsticks) into the waters of Asian cooking if you’re feeling a tad conservative. The downright reckless amongst you can try a “dish for the bold and the brave to battle with” – a super spicy noodle soup. Those successful get a Polaroid on the Wall of Fame, complete with the inevitable streaming eyes and sweaty brow. My veggie friend was spoilt for choice, with far more enticing options than in most Western restaurants which seem to rotate their menu around the same four or five uninspiring choices (feta and pea risotto anyone?).

You’d struggle to spend over a tenner here, even with a Tsingtao or Singha beer as the main courses hover around £5.50. Food comes when it’s ready, even if it leaves the rest of your party jealously looking on. I’d rather that than have it sitting under a hot plate slowly congealing and overcooking. I’ve tried to make several of the dishes myself, pad thai, tom yam soup and the like but the price of obscure ingredients in the supermarket (and a considerable lack of expertise) means it’s far quicker and tastier to go here; they even do takeaways. If you’re a Cowley dweller or a fan of Asian food, if you haven’t already, you should pay a visit to Red Star.

Review: Pierre Victoire

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Our waiter was ostensibly French, and, as is their custom, welcomed us in his native tongue. From then on the proceedings had a distinctly francophone tinge, most of which was lost on me. Perhaps my dining partner, very much an English rose, but three months into a year abroad, had begun to emanate a distinctly continental vibe. I had panicked that I was dressed unsuitably for the occasion, as is my custom, as this seemed, to all intents and purposes, a ‘very nice restaurant’. I’d booked nearly a week in advance, and even then go the feeling we were very lucky to have got in at a semi-sensible time. This fear was quickly allayed. The atmosphere was laid back, warm and vibrant; the lay out was cleverly done so couples could be coupley (and not make everyone else feel ill) and those out with friends could get through a bottle of vino in relative space.

Aware of my incapacity to multi-task whilst eating out, for instance to both converse and read the menu at the same time, I thought I’d look at the menu online so I could be both engaging and able to make a well-informed decision at the restaurant. This menu proved not to be the one placed in front of me on the night, and so my plan was foiled. My company’s decision was basically made for her, the French being renowned for their unsympathetic attitude towards vegetarians. Her choices for the three courses ended up being cheese soufflé, cheese crépe and the cheese board. The dessert choices were not as limited, but I felt this was an excellent choice.

I opted for prawns and scallops to start, and roast duck on a spring onion and potato rosti to follow. I mused that the seafood might be few and their flavour lacking, but was happily wrong. The king prawns were fresh and cooked perfectly (unlike those that gave me food poisoning just a few days later, but ‘I fought the prawn, and the prawn won’ is another story for another time). The scallops, although almost certainly not hand-dived bay scallops (how dare they?), were tasty nonetheless. A mollusc fan might have been disappointed that they were served without the roe, but I was unperturbed. The main course was a mistake. This was not because there was anything wrong with the duck per se; indeed it was crispy on the outside and pink on the inside and a generous portion. I just don’t like rostis. This personal issue would never arisen had I not inevitably panicked in my decision-making, when confronted with so many appealing options. There was also a distinct lack of greenery on the table; the majority of it was part of the table decoration. Alas, we had neglected to order side dishes due to being deep in discussion about the intrinsic (or otherwise) value of art. Tant pis.

Given the quality of the food, and the choice for all but the herbivores, the prix fixe menu is great value at £22. Available every day (except Saturday) you can have most things off their regular menu. Inevitably, though, one forgets about the heftier price tag attached to good quality alcohol. Having emptied our pockets, finding only euros, cigarettes and ironic polaroids we were forced to do a runner. Perfect for a special occasion, sufficiently away from the main drag and one to go to with your parents to at every opportunity.