MARIA DUARTE is swept along by the cocky self-belief of a ping-pong hustler in a surprisingly violent drama
THE PERFORMING arts in Britain are in flux. Nothing new there, but the gaps between the income-generating and the risk-taking is possibly more marked than ever.
And if you want to make a career in creative media, performing or writing, how on earth is that possible without a private income?
One charity answering that question is Wac Arts in north London. For four decades, as their mission statement has it, they’ve been “empowering young people to change their world through the arts” and, from July 26-28, they’re holding a special weekender to celebrate 40 glorious years of existence.
The Big Meeting isn’t simply nostalgia, it’s a happy day and a day to show resistance. HEATHER WOOD explains why
Still Wakes The Deep deserves its three Baftas for superlative survival horror game thrills, argues THOMAS HAINEY
SCOTT ALSWORTH foresees the coming of the smaller, leaner, and class conscious indie studio, with art as its guiding star



