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Over 1,000 sign open letter calling for University to drop disciplinary proceedings against student protestors

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Over a hundred Oxford students, staff and local campaigners gathered at the Careers Office on Tuesday afternoon, calling on the University to drop disciplinary proceedings against thirteen student protestors arrested at a sit-in last year. An open letter making the same demand has garnered over 1,000 signatures.

Protestors gathered from 12.30pm outside 56 Banbury Road, at which the first day of the students’ disciplinary hearing was underway. They carried banners from the student organisation Jewish Students for Justice, and from several local trade union branches. One banner read: “Students, you make us proud! free Palestine! Shame on this uni!”

The sit-in in question happened on 23 May 2024, at the University Offices in Wellington Square. Seventeen protesters from Oxford Action for Palestine (OA4P) entered the offices, demanding that the University agree to meet with them.

A statement issued by the University at the time called it a “temporary occupation”, saying students had committed a “violent action that included forcibly overpowering the receptionist.” An OA4P statement in response refuted accusations that the action was violent, and cited CCTV footage which contradicted the claim that protestors had “physically handled” a receptionist.

The seventeen protestors were arrested on suspicion of aggravated trespass. They were all later further arrested on suspicion of ‘affray’, which means “the use or threat of violence to another which would cause a normal person present at the scene to fear for his personal safety”. One was also arrested on suspicion of common assault.

In August 2024, Thames Valley Police told the seventeen that no further action would be taken against them, at which point the University Proctors’ Office began its own disciplinary proceedings. Thirteen of the protestors are Oxford students, and have been summoned to a Student Disciplinary Panel (SDP).

The SDP will decide whether to uphold the Proctors’ recommendations for disciplinary measures. These include “suspensions of indefinite length, fines, and formal warnings.” The open letter states that the disciplinary process has been “opaque” and involved the use of “racist language”. Specifically, it claims that one University employee associated the keffiyeh, a traditional item of Palestinian clothing, with terrorism.

This claim was repeated at the rally, at which multiple students, faculty members, and local activists also spoke to attendees. The parent of one of the sit-in participants expressed support for his son, saying: “They occupied Wellington Square Office because Oxford University is complicit in genocide”, and called the SDP a “phony court.”

A spokesperson from Oxford Stop the War Coalition, which helped organise the protest, told Cherwell: “Oxford University has an endowment of nearly £9bn, and we know for a fact, that which is open for the public to look at, they’re invested in arms companies and they have partnerships with Israeli universities that are supporting the Israeli military as it conducts war crimes that amount to a genocide.”

One sit-in participant no longer at the University also said to the crowd: “I do not trust this University to give my student comrades a fair hearing.” A sit-in participant leaving the building on a lunch break told the rally: “It is not a question for [the University] of justice […] They are not interested. What they are interested in is silencing protest.”

A speaker from Jewish Students for Justice (JSJ) read out a message from the author Michael Rosen, an Oxford alumnus and professor of children’s literature at Goldsmiths University. The message supported the sit-in participants: “It seems that the University has judged them guilty before they’ve defended themselves at a hearing.” Rosen has been an outspoken advocate for Palestine. His poem “Poem for the Children of Gaza” was read out by another JSJ speaker.

Other speakers at the rally included members of the Oxford Palestine Solidarity Campaign and Oxford University and College Union (UCU). 

The open letter ends: “We demand that the University drop the proceedings of its unjust imitation court and commit to fulfilling OA4P’s urgent demands for disclosure, divestment, and reinvestment. In making these demands, we stand unequivocally for the right to protest, freedom of conscience, and above all—for a free Palestine.” It has been signed by forty-one anti-war, environmental, and Palestine solidarity groups, as well as hundreds of Oxford students, faculty, and members of the public.

The Stop the War spokesperson told Cherwell: “We today, there’s over a hundred and thirty people I just counted, support the students, they say it was right to protest, and the University’s wrong to discipline them while they haven’t looked at their own house, and looked at their ties to the war crimes happening in Palestine.”

Also on Tuesday, an open letter from “Concerned Jewish Faculty at the University of Oxford” was issued. It called on the Vice-Chancellor, Proctors, and University Chief Diversity Officer Tim Soutphommasane to drop the disciplinary proceedings. It warned the University against using “supposed threats to Jewish safety” to “demonize the movement for Palestinian rights

and to criminalize lawful protest and expression.” It called the University’s stance “needlessly hostile, punitive, and adversarial stance”, and urged the University to sever financial and institutional ties with Israel.

Last week, former Shadow Home Secretary Diane Abbott  issued a statement in support of one of her constituents, a student facing disciplinary proceedings for their role in the Wellington Square sit-in. Abbott said: “It is neither fair nor reasonable for a university to treat principled protest on urgent moral and humanitarian issues as misconduct warranting punitive measures.”

In a statement, the University told Cherwell: “The student disciplinary process is confidential and the University will not comment on ongoing procedures or their outcome. 

The Oxford Cinema & Café: A profile

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The opening of The Oxford Cinema & Café marks a new chapter in Oxford’s cinema scene: a move further towards independent cinema. Of the four central Oxford cinemas – Curzon Westgate, Phoenix Picturehouse, The Ultimate Picture Palace (UPP), and The Oxford Cinema – there is now an even split between independents and franchises. Located on Magdalen Street, the new cinema is in the very heart of central Oxford and, tickets being currently only £4.99 plus an online booking fee, it is in prime position to thrive where, seemingly, the Odeons did not.

Originally known as the Oxford ‘Super’ Cinema, the venue had its grand opening on New Year’s Day, 1924, screening the silent film The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. In 1930, the cinema introduced Oxford to “talkies”, showing The Broadway Melody, which took home the second ever Academy Award for Best Picture. Having undergone countless name changes, including Super Cinema, ABC, Cannon and MGM, the cinema will have been remembered by most as an Odeon. A Grade II-listed building, the venue was vacated by Odeon in 2023, just over a year before the company left Oxford completely by closing their cinema on George Street in January 2025. Whilst the building on George Street is reportedly to be demolished in order to make way for an aparthotel, the Magdalen Street cinema has found a new lease of life.

As is to be expected with the opening of a new business, the cinema has not been without teething problems, primarily regarding sound in the auditoriums. Nevertheless, sitting on the balcony in the quite enormous, theatre-inspired screen one for the first time is an unforgettable experience. A further benefit to the immense scale of the screen is that it boasts approximately 650 seats across both floors, which, given its position tucked away on Magdalen Street, is very impressive.

Given that The Oxford Cinema has only two screens, as does the Phoenix Picturehouse, it is only able to run a limited slate of films. For the most part, the cinema’s film schedule is made up of the latest blockbusters (currently Lilo & StitchKarate Kid: Legends, and Ballerina), supported by a few smaller films. Though there is not a massive emphasis on foreign and auteur films, that is not to say that they are neglected. The cinema also holds events, such as a special screening of the drama documentary thriller Comrade Tambo’s London Recruits, followed by a Q&A with the director.

In the modern age of technology, a good app is essential for attracting customers (especially young students). Despite having only recently opened its doors, the cinema already has a very user-friendly app, Oxford Cinema, which can be downloaded on the App Store. It is rare that new apps work exactly as expected, but this appears to be an exception. Notably, however, there is no option to select where you sit, which means that arriving in good time to secure the best seats is a must if a screening is particularly busy. Thankfully, the app provides users with the remaining capacity of the screen, so this should not be a problem.

This is all without mentioning the other side of the business: the café. Quaint, well-furnished, and friendly, the café is the perfect place for the obligatory post-film debrief and Letterboxd review. It is even equipped with chessboards so you can challenge your friends whilst you make your next cinema plans.

So, where does The Oxford Cinema & Café find itself in the tumultuous world of cinema in Oxford? For those who miss the low prices and central location of Odeon George St., this new cinema is perfect. Ticket prices are just as low (if not lower) than the other Oxford cinemas and its position puts it within easy walking distance of most colleges. For those who prefer to support independent cinemas, such as the UPP and the Phoenix Picturehouse, which, although a subsidiary of Cineworld, manages to maintain the impression of independent cinema, The Oxford Cinema is a great new option. Finally, those who frequent the Curzon or venture all the way to the Vue at the Ozone Leisure Park to watch the latest big hits, will find that the new cinema caters to their wishes at a very reasonable price.

In short, Oxford’s newest cinema is certainly worth a visit before the end of term. Open seven days a week, The Oxford Cinema is the perfect place to escape from the stress of exams or the impending long vacation and immerse yourself in film.

It’s okay to hate tourism in Oxford

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Tourists are as much a feature of life as a student at this University as tutorials, Summer Eights, or getting unfathomably hammered next to your tutors at subject dinners. They are also considerably less fun to experience than any of these three staples, and it is regrettable that we are so constantly subjected to their effects. While tourism to this city and its colleges bring in considerable revenue not just for the University, but for the local and national economy too, are we really so shallow as to value something simply because of its commercial value? I’d hope not.

Before this term, I had really only suffered bumping into large groups of distinctly lost looking tourists in the usual hotspots: Cornmarket, the Martyrs Memorial, etc. – I am sure we are all familiar. As of this term, however, my tutorials have been at Christ Church, and I am now tortured far more frequently and far less avoidably.

Walking to the damned college is bad enough, as I am not only subjected to the overcrowdedness of many of the aforementioned hot spots, but subjected to them on a Friday of all days, which comes second only to the weekend in managing to bring the hoards out of the woodwork. Having got there and negotiated hard with the Porters to let me in (their suspicion of visitors is remarkable – seemingly another negative externality brought about by their subjection to hundreds of lost tourists every day) Tom Quad brings a brief moment of respite. Alas, it is a Trojan Horse. Walking around the corner towards Peck can feel like being suddenly launched head-first into rapids and told to swim against the current. Having made it through my tutorial, I then have the delightful task of repeating this challenge in reverse.

It is true, of course, that tourism is an important part of Oxford’s economy. In the 2018/19 financial year alone, tourism to the University generated a whopping £611 million. On an annual basis, tourism to the City generates an even more impressive £780 million. However, one cannot help but wonder which businesses this sizeable financial endowment supports. Is it the quaint independent bookshops or cafés? Or is it the unremarkable, copy-and-paste tourist traps that plague Cornmarket? I have a feeling it is rather more the latter. It is worth asking whether we really want to see this as beneficial to the City’s culture. Unlike the strong arguments for immigration that stand on the dividends of cultural diversity, tourism simply cannot do the same. Mass tourism, involving shipping large numbers of visitors to the city arriving on buses that crowd St Giles’, brings little but constant and annoying obstacles that residents are subjected to on a daily basis. I pity the poor students who live in ground-floor rooms in St. John’s front quad – I cannot count the number of times I have seen tourists wandering into staircases or having their picture taken in front of the large windows. I also cannot help but wonder about how many embarrassing or intimate moments have been caught in the background of these inappropriately-taken photos.

Colleges, and this City in general, should not feel like a minefield, nor an obstacle course, but rather a place to live and enjoy without constant observation. It is a sad indication that one of the first memories I made here is being photographed by persistent flocks of seagull-like tourists squawking at me on my matriculation day, which made me feel more like a caged animal than a budding undergraduate. While tourism brings in money to the City and the University, I cannot help but wonder if financial gain alone is enough to justify those of us who live here being constantly subjected to this pesternace. 

Of course, even if you concur with this assessment, the question that emerges from all of this is what are we to do? As much as scheming about how to deal with these pesterances has amused me, the more practical solutions seem rather harsh – even in the opinion of this generally unforgiving author. Limiting tourist visiting hours or demarkating no-go zones seem more like the machinations of some deranged dictator than viable policies. It is important to note, however, that many of the issues caused by the visiting hoards are the result of a general lack of awareness rather than deliberate ignorance. For instance, the seemingly simple (and, dare I say, common sense) notion that when walking as part of a large group, one should not stand side-by-side as some sort of tribute to the Iron Curtain, seems to have been missed in the Tourists’ Handbook to Oxford (if this is yet to be written, please consider this article my formal declaration of intent to do so). Ultimately, as much as we can loathe the tourists and be pestered by their genuinely impressive capacity to always be standing in the most inconvenient places possible, maybe we as hosts – albeit rather unwilling ones – should try and do better to inform and explain rather than scoff and judge. After all, one day we might be playing the role of the annoying visitors in some strange and interesting land. 

JCRs launch ‘Safe Celebrators’ welfare scheme for post-exam celebrations

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A new student-led peer support initiative was launched this week by Brasenose College and St Catherine’s College JCRs. The pilot scheme, Safe Celebrators, provides bystander support to students during post-exam festivities. 

Student volunteers from a range of colleges will be on hand in Port Meadow from Week 7 to offer warm drinks, water, pastoral support, and signposting. Safe Celebrators told Cherwell that the volunteers were not there to offer first aid nor was it their job to police celebrations. They said their aim was to “help maintain a kind, welcoming atmosphere”, affirming: “we’re not here to judge or interrogate anyone”. 

The programme is not affiliated with the University’s ‘Celebrate SMART’ campaign, which reminds students to stay safe and advises against participating in trashing to avoid incurring £150 littering fines from Proctors. Cherwell understands that prior to this week, a total of three fines have been handed out so far this term.

The scheme comes in the wake of a tragedy involving a Brasenose student last year. 

The lead organiser, Taona Makungaya, told Cherwell that “Safe Celebrators was born from deep grief – the kind of grief that is really just love with nowhere to go. In the wake of Wesley Akum-Ojong’s tragic passing during post-exam celebrations last year, many of us felt a powerful urge to do something – anything – to honour his memory and to make sure no one else feels alone or unsafe in moments meant for joy.

“What began in sorrow has grown into something collective and hopeful. Safe Celebrators is a student-led initiative grounded in care, community, and kindness – offering warm drinks, moral support, and a calm presence during high-energy celebration weeks.

“This isn’t about limiting celebration – it’s about making sure it’s shared, supported, and safe for everyone. The response from students across colleges has been incredible. Wesley’s spirit – his generosity, his joy, his warmth – continues to guide us. This is one way we carry that forward.”

Brasenose JCR has taken a leading role in the plans. JCR President Rory McGlade told Cherwell: “The Royal Lifesaving Society, who spoke to Brasenose College, recommended student peer-to-peer initiatives as a crucial way to improve water safety in university settings.

“This isn’t medical support, lifeguarding, or telling students off – it’s about providing welfare support at a time that is emotional for many, ensuring that wellbeing during post-exam celebrations is prioritized.

“The supportive response that this pilot has got shows that this is something that means a lot to students, and is something that we hope to continue in future years as well.” 

The organisers have worked with College staff to identify key days for undergraduates finishing, achieving 75% coverage of all exams finishing in Weeks 8 and 9. Volunteers will be present on Friday of both weeks, Tuesday and Thursday afternoons of Week 8, and Thursday morning of Week 9.

W.H. Auden at the Bus Stop: In Praise of Intellectual Delay

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It’s a damp Tuesday afternoon, and W.H. Auden is waiting patiently at the bus stop, umbrella forgotten on the ground beside him. He’s been there seventeen minutes. No one speaks to him, but everyone seems to know who he is, at least they think they do. He doesn’t say a word. The 148 is cancelled again. Still, he stays, unmoving, rain misting his collar, not impatient but vaguely amused. Not quite waiting for Godot, that would be gauche, just the bus that never comes.

The clocks tick on, but time feels adrift. A kind of metaphysical delay hangs in the air. And Auden, tweedy and abstracted, does not resist it. He leans against the bus stop, a man perfectly at home in suspended time, a philosopher of missed connections. Around him, students rush to collections and clutch tattered library books like shields against the wind, whilst tutors dart toward High Table. But Auden waits like the human form of a footnote: tangential, though necessary, and often overlooked.

He would not look out of place in Oxford now. You could imagine him dawdling past the Taylorian, rain soaking his cuffs, pausing outside the Rad Cam to scowl vaguely at the architecture. His shoes would squeak down St Giles as he muttered a half-rhyme about exile. He might even be seen in the Upper Reading Room of the Bodleian, scrawling something illegible on an index card, then promptly losing it forever. His spectacles might fog slightly, but he would not mind.

Oxford is, after all, a city designed for delay. There are buses that never come, travel grants that never arrive, theses that never resolve. The system seems built not to accelerate thought but to gently mulch it in slow, damp bureaucracy. Like Auden’s bus stop, Academia is a space of sustained anticipation. You wait for funding, for feedback, for permission to begin. You wait to be noticed. Or worse, understood.

We tap our bus passes, hoping something will validate us.

And when it doesn’t, when the red light flashes and the doors hiss shut, we retreat to the safety of ritual. Pret filter coffee. A wander around Blackwell’s. A return to the desk where ideas come slowly, if at all. Delay becomes a liturgy of sorts, a form of quiet, ironic worship. Even the pigeons seem to linger on purpose.

This waiting, so ordinary and passive, starts to feel like the condition of thinking itself. Ideas take time. Or at least, they take waiting: waiting for a sentence to click, for a thought to emerge, for a supervisor to reply, ideally without the words “slightly disappointing.” A kind of unspoken purgatory defines academic life: a limbo between potential and irrelevance, between imagined genius and absolute exhaustion.

Slowness becomes deliberate.

Auden, who once wrote that “poetry makes nothing happen,” knew the quiet dignity of non-arrival. He saw waiting not as a weakness but as a witness to modernity’s speed, its desperation, its refusal to pause. He would have loathed our timelines, productivity apps, and endless small performances of usefulness. Instead, he offers an alternative: to stand still and feel something. Or perhaps, to stand still and feel nothing, observing the nothingness for all its worth.

In the rain, the bus stop timetable flickers again. Still no bus. A fresher mutters something about walking to Jericho. A don in an oversized scarf sighs audibly. But Auden is unbothered. He has his coat, mind, and, presumably, a few lines of verse he’s been carrying for days.

He is not waiting for transport. He is waiting for meaning.

And perhaps we all are, in our strange little offices with flickering radiators, our Moleskines full of crossed-out ideas, our unread JSTOR tabs, waiting to write, to be read, to matter, or waiting for the courage to be still.

Let the 148 never come, let the timetable remain in flux, and let the rain fall endlessly onto the cobblestones.

For now, Auden is here. So are we. And that feels like a kind of arrival—tentative, quiet, and entirely our own.

Oxford Union presidential candidate investigated by police over WhatsApp ‘smear campaign’ allegations

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Oxford Union Treasurer and presidential candidate Rosalie Chapman was identified by police as the owner of a WhatsApp number used to send anonymous messages which accused her Michaelmas 2024 election opponent of “inappropriate behaviour”. The messages were later deemed to be electoral malpractice by an internal Union tribunal, but no disciplinary action was taken because the sender’s identity was unknown.

This incident was also subsequently reported to Thames Valley Police which resulted in an investigation for harassment against Chapman. Cherwell understands that Chapman had a voluntary interview under caution with police earlier this year but exercised her right to remain silent throughout. Following this, police ultimately determined that there was not enough evidence to charge her for either harassment or an Online Safety Act violation.

The WhatsApp messages were sent under the alias ‘Grace’, with at least 25 individuals sent messages by the number. These messages accused her opponent of behaving “inappropriately towards some of [my] friends” and of using an unofficial Postgraduate Union discussion group to campaign unfairly.

Chapman, who is running to be President in the Society’s upcoming elections said in a statement on Instagram: “I’ve stayed silent throughout months of relentless misogynistic abuse, harassment and slander – not any longer. Over the last 3 months, I’ve been dehumanised and humiliated in a place I once felt safe in.” 

She went on to recount experiences of being “verbally assaulted” in the Union bar, saying: “This is not about accountability, it is about targeted, sexist and humiliating campaign designed to break me.” Chapman went on to say: “Such behaviour is never acceptable, and backing down from who I am and what I stand for will only validate those retrograde and regressive individuals and their beliefs.”

A motion of no confidence was recently brought in Chapman, but it failed to reach the 150 signatures required under the Union’s rules to bring about a poll of all members on the matter.

Chapman was first contacted by police in early 2025, eventually attending a voluntary interview on 23 April. The next day, on 24 April, police closed the investigation, stating that the evidence was not strong enough.

An email from Thames Valley Police, viewed by Cherwell, confirmed that “further enquiries identified Ms Rosalie Chapman as the owner and likely user of the ‘Grace’ profile”. However, they made clear that not answering questions “does not imply guilt in law” and that she remains “innocent from a legal perspective”.

The police had considered the case both for the offence of harassment under the Protection from Harassment Act 1997, as well as under Section 179 of the Online Safety Act 2023, which covers sending false communications with intent to cause harm. A review of the evidence by a police sergeant and a detective sergeant determined that the threshold for prosecution had not been met.

The Union told Cherwell: “The Oxford Union is unable to comment on police investigations. As a private members’ society, we conduct all internal affairs – including electoral processes and disciplinary matters – according to our established rules and procedures.

“These processes, which include confidential tribunals, are designed to uphold the integrity and fairness of Union elections. As such, we do not comment on the specifics of tribunal proceedings.”

Thames Valley Police was contacted for comment.

The Case for Reincarnated Romances

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Reincarnation romance films are sometimes silly, mostly melodramatic, but always overlooked as a subgenre. Usually an excuse for the costume department to dig into their luxurious period back catalogues, these cinematic gems are hidden in plain sight across time and space, from the Pre-Code era to modern contention at the Venice Film Festival. There’s an inexplicable magic to these movies that keeps me coming back again and again (…and again…) which leaves me to wonder: did I love them in my past life too?

I should define exactly what I mean by ‘reincarnation romances’. Fantasy was a popular genre throughout the 1930s and ‘40s, testing the capabilities of the growing cinematic form with the latest visual effects technology and providing much-needed extraordinary escapism to countries first combating economic depression then a Second World War. I’d argue this subgenre – centring tropes of eternally youthful-looking stars loving each other irrespective of time, hardship and even death – was born out of a need for spiritual comfort at a time of youth death unprecedented in scale. Indeed, the niche saw a small resurgence in the late ‘80s and early ‘90s, likely as a result of the AIDs epidemic which similarly wiped out a generation of otherwise healthy people with their whole lives ahead of them.

As for the movies themselves, most deal with a man who is either cursed with immortality or memories of his past life pursuing an unaware reincarnation of his ‘one true love’. This can be devastatingly tragic and romantic, like in personal favourite Pandora and the Flying Dutchman (1951), or haunting and horrifying, like in Universal’s 1932 classic The Mummy. Sometimes, perhaps the more socially conscious entries in the genre include the woman remembering her past lives in order to break free from generational cycles of mistreatment and abuse. Whether she succeeds or succumbs to the inevitable pull of true love depends: I Married a Witch – a spellbindingly silly screwball comedy – ends with the expected Hays Code-ordained marriage after an enchantingly entertaining enemies-to-lovers back-and-forth, while Timestalker – a witty subversion of the genre – has Alice Lowe’s lead realise she’s falling for Mr. Wrong in every time period. This niche could easily be confused with what I call ‘second-chance reincarnation’ stories such as Ghost, Here Comes Mr Jordan or A Matter of Life and Death, but crucially those don’t involve such a long time span, and aren’t so anchored to the fantastical. 

What I love most about this subgenre is its sheer versatility: reincarnation romances easily slot into wider narratives of comedy, horror, drama and mystery. Even Alfred Hitchcock toyed with the tropes in what his considered his masterpiece, Vertigo (if you’re a fan of Hitchcock and want to see the trope played ‘straight’, I humbly beg you check out Kenneth Branagh’s Dead Again for a melodramatic yet loving pastiche with an incredible cast). Their appeal also derives from their unwavering focus on the feminine experience: the leads are always female – conniving, curious, compassionate… multi-faceted! – and when their darker elements are played up the horror comes from forcing women into roles they were ‘born into’, but reject. Take 1948’s Corridor of Mirrors for example, co-written by lead actress Edana Romney, where Eric Portman’s obsessed artist attempts to coerce Romney into his reincarnation fantasy, isolating her from husband and wider society. Though she enjoys the freedoms of sexual expression, she can’t stand literally being in another woman’s shoes, whether hers from a past life or not. 1942’s Malombra takes on similar themes, leaning on analysis of hysteria; 2023’s The Beast confronts incel culture and women ‘owing’ men companionship in a fascinating way; while 1992’s Candyman may be the most chilling and compelling case yet. All I highly recommend.

Besides the romantic content of the films’ stories, we can also consider the lost art of repeatedly casting couples overflowing with sexual chemistry a kind of ‘reincarnation romance’. Back in the days of the studio system, if producers caught sparks flying between a pair of the silver screen’s finest stars, they did not let it slide. There’s no greater guaranteed joy than settling down to watch Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers; William Powell and Myrna Loy; Katharine Hepburn and Cary Grant fall in and out of love in as many as ten different lifetimes and stories. It really makes you wonder why we don’t know when we have a good thing nowadays. Sure, there are three starring vehicles for Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks, but where is my follow-up on Timothy Dalton and Fran Drescher after Beautician and the Beast? I had best hope David Jonsson and Vivian Oparah will be paired again after 2023’s modern classic Rye Lane, otherwise I will have to have a stern word.

At a time where streaming services and studios are churning out lifeless ‘reincarnations’ (or rather ghoulish ‘reanimations’) of old favourites like there’s no tomorrow, I urge you to look for the classics of yesterday and give them a go! I expect readers of the modern ‘Romantasy’ trend in literature would find plenty to enjoy in these dark romances with atmospheric black-and-white cinematography; beautifully eloquent performances in period costume; and stories with eternities’ worth of yearning that will stick with you throughout this lifetime… and perhaps the next. 

Review: All My Sons – ‘At the end of the American Dream’

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Joe Keller, played by Tristan Hood, represents the American dream. He is a wealthy businessman with a traditional family with a surviving son that is about to marry. Like the ideal American man in the 1940s, his morality is shaped by the traditional family obligations and capitalism. 

Yet Arthur Miller’s All My Sons, performed by Exeter College Drama Society does not have a happy ending. It was a tragedy that examines the complex dynamics of a family living in post-war America in the 1940s. Joe Keller who owned a factory that manufactured plane engines for the US military. After being charged with shipping defective plane engines that caused the death of twenty one pilots, Joe was exonerated by shifting the blame onto his business partner who was convicted.

It is an opinionated play that reveals the destructive result caused by an individual morally bankrupted by capitalism and burdened by American traditional family values. Directed by Emily White, the play’s sceptical undertones towards American capitalism and family values are highlighted. 

Set in the gardens of Exeter College, the play opens with the audience seemingly eavesdropping on the conversation of Joe Keller’s family. Act I establishes the tensions with the family: between Joe and his wife Kate (Savannah Brooks) on the death of their son Larry, between Joe and his son Chris about whether the latter will stay at home, and between Kate and Chris on his decision to marry Ann Deever (Honor Thompson), the daughter of Joe’s convicted partner. 

An inattentive audience may never catch these three relationships and everything else that were buried within the conversations. That does not come as a surprise. The play is designed as such that the audience is seemingly intruding into the midst of a family conversation and the slow unravelling of the entirety of the situation only happens at the end of Act I. 

Act II sees the turning point in the play when George Deever (Paul Tomlinson), son of Joe’s convicted partner, arrives at Joe’s house to retrieve Ann. Tomlinson precisely portrayed the emotional instability and distress with a tinge of insanity that seems to be ready to spill over at any moment. The conversation between George and the rest of the characters demonstrates each actor’s strong control and understanding of their role. 

It is also in Act II that the audience sees a brilliant portrayal of Kate Keller (Savannah Brooks). Kate Keller is a despicable character; she bears the qualities of a matriarch of a typical American family that is supposed to be loving and act as the powerful counterbalance to the father. Yet she also represents everything that is wrong when those qualities are amplified; being overly caring leads to her refusal to accept the death of Larry, and being overly generous leading to her implicating Joe’s guilt in backstabbing his partner. The fact that Kate is hateable demonstrates Brook’s talent. 

Finally, Act III is highlighted by the performance of Joe Keller. Joe’s character is complex; he is a man of explosive temper who struggles between doing what is right versus doing what is best for his family. The grasp on this character’s emotional depth is portrayed perfectly as Hood conveys Joe’s dedication to his business and most importantly the silent sacrifices he made to his family. It is the anguish, pain, and helplessness that the character displayed in the final moments of Act III that defines Joe’s character and is an excellent reflection of the calibre of the actor. 

The play and actors make an artful choice with silence. Like in Sidney Lumet’s 12 Angry Men, the play uses silence to build up tension. It is the pauses between the arguments and the changing volume of conversation that kept the arguments realistic and unpredictable. It places the audience in a constant state of anxiety to speculate the direction in which a dispute is going to go. 

The one aspect I remained unconvinced by was the depth of love that existed between Chris and Ann. There was not enough revealed, either emotionally or through the substantive writing of the play, to build up the audience’s approval of the relationship between these two. Therefore, when it came to Chris’s decision to leave, the decision did not have the gravitas that it should have had. 

Nevertheless, it is because of the excellent performance of each individual actor that the themes of All My Sons were drawn out clearly. Its commentary on capitalism and the family values in post war America remains relevant to this day. This was not a simple play. Yet, it was well executed. To this end, I extend all my compliments to the cast and crew. 

Review: The Tempest – ‘Power looks good on her’

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All the guests arrived and promptly took their seats, as one of the directors (Seb Carrington) announced the play would begin in 5 minutes. I arrived just in time, took my seat, pen in hand, and waited eagerly for the production I’d so anticipated. And then – it began.

Prospero (Artemis Betts) entered, her movement a curious blend of authority and elegance, swaying down the aisle with an ethereal lightness that both veiled and affirmed her power. She reached the centre of the garden stage, stared us down, and planted her wand firmly on the ground – as if commanding us to listen.

The production started in media res. Alonso (Kabir Suri), Gonzalo (Mikela Persson), Antonio (Maxangelo Fenwick), Sebastian (Zoe Rawlings), Trinculo (Tom Onslow) and Ferdinand (Toby Bowes Lyon) appeared at the back of the garden, raised on a stone stage. They screamed into the microphone – words indistinct but raw with panic – as thunder crashed and the ship sank. Prospero stood centre-stage, still and silent, staring out at us; invisible to them, unmistakable to us. From the very first scene, it was clear: She was in control. 

Despite the dramatic beginning, this level of exhilaration did not continue throughout the play. (For context on my review, I’ve only read The Tempest once and haven’t analysed or seen many productions of it, so my sense of how the narrative should be presented isn’t fully formed. However, based on my knowledge of Shakespeare, The Tempest certainly isn’t one of his most action-packed plays, making it particularly challenging to keep the audience engaged.) Thus, to maintain interest, this production, at times, leaned into some of the play’s comedic elements.

Mikela’s portrayal of Gonzalo was particularly effective, capturing his innocent awkwardness through expressive hand gestures and wandering movements. As she rambled across the stage, stopping, and touching the grass she exclaimed, “How lush and lusty the grass looks!” Her comic physicality prompted a burst of laughter from the audience. 

The drunken duo, Trinculo (Tom Onslow) and Stephano (Zoe Rucker), were clearly audiences’ favourites. Their unmatched chemistry, expressed through perfectly timed comic glances, was so strong that even their arrival on stage sparked laughter.

Audibility was a challenge throughout the play – understandable in an outdoor setting where wind and birds chirping often took centre stage. Thus, I often found myself engaging more with the actors’ facial expressions, which were consistently expressive and compelling. Artemis as Prospero was particularly striking; her piercing glares created a powerful presence, while her tone with Miranda and Ferdinand, shifting from gentleness to anger, clearly conveyed her complex, manipulative nature. Her physical gestures, like her guiding of Caliban’s movements, added depth to her control. 

Background noise posed no problem for Miranda (Anabelle Higgins) and Ariel (EP Siegel), whose voices projected clearly across the garden. Miranda’s shifting tones and expressive facial acting conveyed the changing emotions of her relationship with Ferdinand (Toby Bowes Lyon). Toby as Ferdinand portrayed a consistent sense of discomfort that reflected the rushed nature of their relationship, though through this portrayal the initial spark between the characters was not as apparent. Miranda’s voice and facial expressions moved from wonder and fascination at the first meeting to fear and confusion as Prospero essentially forced their engagement. Ariel’s majestic singing added a layer of magic and mystery to the play’s atmosphere.

The play came to its end with a slightly more dramatic tone than the original. Propsero’s power further faded when she released Ariel from her control. The emotive nature of this scene was particularly effective as Ariel stared at Prospero, removed their jacket, and threw it down, before walking down the aisle and laughing maniacally. Director, Seb Carrington, told Cherwell that by the end Ariel had realised that Prospero “is not a good person.” In my view, Ariel’s laughter reflected a sense of relief and joy at their freedom despite its sinister nature.

Miranda appeared, after a costume change, wearing a corset that clearly physically restrained her. Directors, Seb Carrington and Aidan Lazarou, told Cherwell this symbolises “the control Prospero exerts over them,” rushing them into an engagement as one of the last things she can command before losing her power. Prospero’s final speech marks her total loss of authority as she relinquished her rule over the island and prepared to return to Milan – a place she was once oppressed, returning power to men. Although Prospero’s final soliloquy wasn’t delivered with full intensity, the powerful symbolism somewhat compensated. Her dropping of the wand, so firmly held at the start, marked her surrender – she is both physically and symbolically letting go of the magic power that defined her. The moment was heightened further by a dramatic spotlight which faded as the production ended.

While not groundbreaking in its choice of a female Prospero, this production effectively portrays a woman who, as Seb Carrington told Cherwell, “uses her trauma to control and manipulate others.” This production rejuvenates The Tempest through a skilful blend of comedy and tragedy, using the female Prospero’s loss of power to highlight political themes around authority, gender and control, which demonstrates Shakespeare’s enduring relevance.

Review: Bush! The Musical – ‘Is our actors singing?’

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While the genre of historical musical theatre centred around US politicians may be dominated by Hamilton, Bush! The Musical has earned a place in this niche. This original comedy musical by Lincoln College’s Vincent Chen sets itself apart with its funny, ridiculous, and musically strong satire of George W. Bush’s eight years in office. The inherent campiness of musical theatre integrated perfectly with the inherent silliness of a president with a Wikipedia article dedicated to his “unconventional” English.

Sitting ready at the back of stage before the play began, the pared-back three-person band (consisting of George Ke on keyboard, Sophie Li on bass guitar, and Rei French on drums) was an early sign of the production’s functional minimalism. The score was pretty simple but effective – mostly genre-typical showtunes with the classic swing-time hi-hat hits, walking bass, and extended chords. ‘We Will Iraq You’ was a notable exception – a parody of the world-famous Queen song based on the controversial declaration of the invasion. The iconic kick drum and snare beat had the seats shaking with the stomps of the audience. A number of songs were accompanied solely by the keyboard. This and the necessarily small size of the bass amp left the vocals sounding lonely and the mix feeling empty at times.

Overall, the band served as excellent backing for the singers, but some parts of it occasionally felt lacking in confidence. Hesitation and hastily corrected slip-ups initially marred the effortless jazzy feel, but, by the time the finale arrived and the US flag was streaming across the stage, they’d definitely got into their stride, flawlessly playing out the full-cast musical number. The singers conveyed the catchy melodies very well as they marched peppily and enthusiastically around stage in choreography by Rebecca Harper. Wren Talbot-Ponsonby in particular performed an impressively high kick in the role of a George H.W. Bush well into his 70s. Despite not having microphones, their voices always managed to fill the acoustic space of Wadham College’s Moser Theatre. The whole cast acted engagingly with comic timing that never felt rushed nor delayed. Vivi Li’s central role as George W. Bush set a good comedic tone with his childlike petulance. The role of Dick Cheney allowed Freddie Houlahan to exhibit his theatrical talent – an impressive range from scarily angry politician to sobbing and heartbroken teen.

Very aware of its own genre, the clichés of musical theatre were put to good use in caricaturising the Bush administration. The ridiculous juxtaposition of real US politics with jazz hands and high notes allowed the audience to suspend their disbelief enough to laugh at the satirical depiction. This awareness of media extended to references to memes like the Steamed Hams sequence in The Simpsons and American Psycho’s business card scene. Referential humour can often fall flat, but these didn’t feel out of place even to people who missed the reference. They were integrated well as part of the narrative and made me laugh and then feel slightly ashamed about my hours of screen time when I had to explain the references to my companion.

Beyond that, the tongue-in-cheek writing, puns, and moments of silliness made the piece a hilarious and memorable watch. While George H.W. Bush (Wren Talbot-Ponsonby) and Barbara Bush (Riya Bhattacharjee) looked the audience in the eye to give parental wisdom like “Everyone successful relies on other people” and “Avoid breaking up with your spouse” (poking fun at the necessity of morals in stories), it’s pearls of Vincent Chen’s writing like “rock-proof glass-proof rock” that really made me think. Of course, as historical theatre, it didn’t need to come up with a lot of original story. Nevertheless, I thought the transformation of real-world politics into a more typical Disney-style narrative was executed elegantly – covering tropes from love triangles to a charismatic evil villain, with his associated cowering minions (Josh Bruton as Al Gore, and Freya Owen and Arthur Bellamy as Nancy Pelosi and Harry Reid). Towards the end, though, it went really off the historical rails with a massive twist and two decidedly inaccurate named character deaths.

The comedic unseriousness of the production worked hand in hand with its small size. If it wanted to be taken seriously, the minimal costume changes, set design, casting, and the genuine mistakes would be detrimental. Instead, it was even more endearing and funny when characters wore puffer jackets and sunglasses over their dresses and suits, or mimed eating imaginary food at an empty table. The Freudian double-casting of Riya Bhattacharjee as both Bush’s mother and wife earned a laugh when they switched roles on stage, taking off their hat and taking on an entirely different persona – some impressive acting in its own right. It really added to the performance when the drummer Rei French had to shepherd a ball of yarn off stage as it got caught on a stand and unravelled.

The lighting by Felix Gibbons and Matthew Arakcheev, and sound design by Iona Blair were utilised very effectively. The stage was flooded with blue or red to represent the disagreeing parties, and blinded with white as the narrator (Molly Dineley) took on a more divine role. Background protests and eerie siren songs helped sell the settings of the Bush house and the Gore lair respectively. The production’s worst enemy was the hardwood floor, which, when combined with the mid-scene dragging in of various pieces of furniture, occasionally distracted from the dialogue.

This was my first watch of a comedy musical, and I hope it hasn’t set the bar too high. The production took itself just seriously enough to deliver solid comedic performances and an engaging narrative while also maintaining its core absurdity. It made its small budget work to its advantage and revelled in its own silliness.