Reviews

Five-CD set featuring four-and-a-half hours of new music recorded in 1970

Miami vice action caper overshoots

Elevated kiddie flick tackles grown-up issues

The Omen echoes throughout Simon Wincer's camp but sporadically affecting 1980 re-imagining of Rasputin. Here the Mad Monk has been replaced by Robert Powell's mysterious glam-rock psychic healer, who cures the leukaemia-stricken son of venal senator David Hemmings and uses magic to expose the senator's crimes. It's clunky and dated, but Powell's typically messianic performance smoothes over the cracks.

Gung-ho navy flyboys Willem Dafoe and Brad Johnson, disillusioned with America's half-hearted prosecution of the war in Vietnam, attempt to hurry the conflict to a conclusion by taking it upon themselves to bomb Hanoi. Hilarious macho nonsense from John Milius at his most demented, in other words.

A key tome in the lovers-on-the-lam canon, with uncredited mastershots from a fledgling Martin Scorsese, Honeymoon Killers is the tale of a bloated, psychotic nurse (Shirley Stoler—Divine meets Louise Fletcher), her oily Spanish lover (Tony Lo Bianco) and the various needy, neurotic, half-witted women they deceive and murder. Startling photography, am-dram performances, and deeply misogynistic.

Self-consciously sensitive US wimp-rock

Soul giant's first album since 1998's A Rose Is Still A Rose

Chicago duo craft unearthly, not quite folk debut, with added harp

There'll be more than enough excruciating hype winging your way for this, but we'll just focus on the positive. Whatever your feelings on Tarantino's films, their use of music is usually inspired. Kill Bill has Nancy Sinatra singing the old Cher hit "Bang Bang", blasts of Bernard Herrmann and Quincy Jones, Isaac Hayes' "Run Fay Run", much new material from Wu-Tang's RZA, and tantalising, foul-mouthed dialogue excerpts from the likes of Uma Thurman and Lucy Liu.