Howard Hawks’ last western stars John Wayne and Jorge Rivero as former Civil War enemies who unite to battle a corrupt sheriff and a land-grabbing crook, aided by medicine show gal Jennifer O’Neill. It’s a minor work, but likeable?the Duke’s on fine form, Leigh Brackett’s dialogue is snappy and there’s a nice cameo by the reliably eccentric Jack Elam.

Beware: this re-release of Ivan Passer’s neglected 1971 movie comes billed as “starring” Robert De Niro. In fact, Two Oscars Bob, then unknown, has little more than a bit part, as a cop hassling real star George Segal, in one of his best performances as a bottom-rung junkie stealing through a wintry New York to feed his habit. Czech Passers’ first US movie combines black comedy with bleakness and a nicely shabby feel which, though not entirely successful, points toward his best film, Cutter’s Way.

Hideo Nakata, Japan’s master of suspense and unease, knocks one out of the park again with this follow-up to his Ring cycle. A neurotic single mother discovers a ghostly rising damp problem in the apartment block she moves in to with her little girl. Gradually, her sanity begins to ebb away. A squelchy study in female hysteria and maternal anxiety, yes, but also a good, old-fashioned spook flick.

Greenaway has more than once been known to disappear up his own aesthetics, but this collection of his short films plays to his strengths, tolerating little tedium. Disc One includes six films exploring his constant themes, from A Walk Through H (numbers, maps, the afterlife) to Windows (37 people fall through windows to their deaths). Disc Two features the obsessive Vertical Features Remake and The Falls (92 mini-biogs), and is?if you’re in the mood?monumental like video art pioneer Bill Viola.

Beginning as an eye-popping cavalcade of dismemberment, cannibalism and pigs gorging on human offal, this quickly turns into an occasionally amusing attack on the critics of director Lucio Fulci’s work, with Fulci himself starring as a horror director wondering whether extended exposure to fake gore has turned him psycho-killer. Demented.

Dark, hugely inventive ’93 animation from Tim Burton, possibly much too spooky for kids (or probably not, the sick little psychos). The Pumpkin King of Halloween tries to co-opt Christmas; the voices of Catherine O’Hara, Pee-Wee Herman and other disreputable types ooh and aah. Dazzling, macabre and faintly mad, an Oscar nominee for visual effects.

Never released theatrically in the UK, this operatic epic about a Korean peace delegation struggling to make it home from remotest China encompasses swordplay, romance, brooding landscapes and thousands of extras, yet doesn’t quite add up to the crowd-pleaser it ought to be. Zhang Ziyi of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon fame is on hand as a princess who hooks up with the mostly Korean cast.

Deciding that if you’re going to do something, you may as well do it properly, Yoko Ono has not only created a visual accompaniment to 20 classic Lennon songs, but also the ultimate tribute to her husband.

She’s opened up the archives to present a collage of material which is, in parts, familiar, but which offers a rich new spread.

Live and documentary film, home-movie footage, newsreel, press cuttings, photographs, drawings, writings and images of the personal belongings and routine minutiae of Lennon’s life?the matchbook from his favourite Caf

Back in January, Arthur Lee sold out two nights at the Royal Festival Hall. They were magical shows, Lee performing ’67’s classic Forever Changes in its entirety, complete with horns and strings. Some complained on the night about the sound balance, but there’s no problem with the quality here. Lee’s in celebratory mood, as he and his backing band LA psychedelicists Baby Lemonade storm through classics like “Bummer In The Summer” in a blur of brass and strings. Superlative stuff.

In June 1988, Depeche Mode took their stadium techno roadshow to ground-breaking heights by filling the 65,000-capacity Pasadena Rose Bowl near LA. Captured by the legendary rock-doc maestro DA Pennebaker and his long-term partner Chris Hegedus, the show became a fine concert film, incorporating reality TV-style coverage of fans travelling to the gig. Repackaged with extra footage, audio commentaries and updated interviews, it’s a handsome historical record of Wagnerian electro-pop and hair gel abuse.

In January 2002, Brian Wilson and a nine-piece band, including The Wondermints and Carl Wilson-alike Jeffrey Foskett, performed The Beach Boys’ 1966 album Pet Sounds in its entirety, and in sequence, over six nights at London’s Royal Festival Hall. And now the best of those concerts have been remixed and remastered in 5.1 surround sound. This means you can now own the original LP in mono and stereo, the Pet Sounds Sessions box set, the Pet Sounds Live CD from 2002, and the Pet Sounds Live DVD!