Reviews

Long overdue repackaging for small yet perfectly formed back catalogue of much-missed early-'80s avant-cuties. Plus lashings of extras

Familiar US Thanksgiving fare in digicam style

A silent classic from the halcyon days of German expressionism, Der Letze Mann is FW Murnau's dreamlike melodrama of hubris—a big-budget 1924 masterpiece of light, shadow and set design. Restored to a crispness that's worthy of '40s film noir, it stars Emil Jannings as a shambling, walruslike doorman who's demoted to the hotel lavatories. Slow and emotionally laboured but fluid and spectacular to watch.

Slow-burning, eventually gripping Canadian study of gambling addiction starring Philip Seymour Hoffman. His bank clerk commits massive fraud to fund high-roller trips to Vegas and Atlantic City, while girlfriend Minnie Driver's left in the dark. As comeuppance looms nearer, Hoffman's a junkie for one more roll of the dice. Well worth a flutter.

This storm-tossed 1937 gem was the first flowering of Michael Powell's nearmystical vision of the British landscape. It tells of the death of one tiny, remote Scottish island, as young folk abandon old ways for the mainland, but Powell's cinematic treatment of the scudding light and shade of nature—part raw, heroic documentary, part mythic poem—raises the stakes to infinity and beyond. Magic realism, indeed.

Brilliantly depressing follow-up from Morrissey fave

Ex-Wellfed Boys get over losing Zach Shipps to Electric Six with ease

Graceful 16th album from Oz veterans

Superior second effort from instrumental Melbourne trio

Classic semi-conceptual drift towards Outlaw country from the godlike Willie Hugh