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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.

Latest instalments in sister"I-bet-you-didn't-expect-me-to-like-that" series

Smart, educational survey of two decades of alt.country

Shorts compilation from international auteurs

OPENS OCTOBER 24, CERT U, 67 MINS Scooby Doo, you've gone all blue. And trippy, Daft Punk, the French techno-pop duo who've consistently worked with cutting-edge directors (Spike Jonze, Michel Gondry, Roman Coppola), have collaborated with their lifelong Manga animation heroes Leiji Matsumoto and Kazuhisa Takenouchi to produce this 'musical', loosely accompanying their 2001 album Discovery. It's fun, and sweet rather than radical. If you're a Manga buff you'll enjoy the quaint sci-fi plotline and imagery, and stare at the female bassist's lovingly-drawn arse.