Reviews

Waters' last Floyd album is harrowing and still surprisingly relevant

Worthy take on Keenan/McCarthy hostage crisis

Man and horse in perfect harmony

The third in Robert Rodriguez's winning series sees the plucky youngsters enter a maniacal video-game world to confront misunderstood supervillain Sylvester Stallone. Plot barely matters, though, as the movie exists only for Rodriguez to indulge in a rampant, sweetly senseless exercise in reviving retro-3D gimmickry. All in all, how Tron should have been.

Novelist Alexander Trocchi's uneasy blend of Beat existentialism and pseudo porn continue to gnaw in this stylish adaptation of his 1954 whodunnit. Ewan McGregor is suitably dour as the sinister drifter while director David Mackenzie proves himself a master of sustained gloom. But it's the sex scenes, progressing from erotic to self-conscious to simply absurd, that continually corrode.

On-the-road documentary trailing Nashville's own Lazarus Man

High voltage debut from Texas rockers

Nineteenth album from a great American storyteller

Sweet '70s jazz-funk revisited

A hellish Brazil prison is consumed by riot and massacre