Reviews

John Sayles scripted this Jaws-onland rip-off, with Robert Forster as the cop chasing a giant man-eating monster down in the sewers. Forster's dogged, and some of the set pieces are pretty nifty, but the plot's farcical, and this isn't strong on intellectual content despite its obligatory eco-message. The sequel is a made-for-TV retread, of practically zero interest.

Debut album from seriously connected Canadian twin sisters

First Jesse Malin's solo debut, now Concussion—if anything, this is an even finer record than The Fine Art Of Self Destruction. Steve Earle described Ryan as "one of the best songwriters I've seen come to Nashville", and he's no bullshitter.

Blistering second LP by UK improv quartet

Incendiary debut from NYC electro-terrorists

Reformed punk icons' first since 1999's Modern

Remember Joe this way

Thirty-four tracks stretching from '60s pop to prog-rock pretension

Final trio of nine remastered reissues

OPENS APRIL 25, CERT 15, 106 MINS Everything about this slice of uber-trash is insane. Remember John McNaughton's Wild Things—so over-the-top that it was both atrocious and brilliant? Trapped is its mad twin, the one they lock in the attic. Anything casting Kevin Bacon and Courtney Love (neither of whom has ever consciously under-acted) as a pair of deranged kidnappers has to have loads going for it, however hysterically flawed. In brief: Bacon grabs Charlize Theron while Love nabs Stuart Townsend; they delegate minding the kid to Pruitt Taylor Vince and demand money.