Comic book adaptation with Woo favourite Chow Yun-Fat as a kind of near-immortal arse-kicking Dalai Lama who’s spent the last 60 years battling baddies for possession of the Scroll of the Ultimate. And now it’s time to pass the baton to a younger chap. You could see it as a martial arts Raiders Of The Lost Ark, or a Crouching Tiger for nitwits. Or you could not see it at all. The choice is yours.

Patrice Leconte (Ridicule) brings a sombre poetic realism to this elegiac meditation on the nature of fate and the road less travelled. Johnny Hallyday, battered and craggy with gravitas, is awesomely iconic as the taciturn gangster who encounters Jean Rochefort’s inquisitive retired schoolteacher. The two men are inexorably attracted, seeing in the other the tragedy of the life they never lived.

Mining that fecund Field Of Dreams territory, where baseball and unresolved Oedipal complexes collide, The Rookie is a rousing real-life account of loyal Texan husband, science teacher and occasional 98mph pitcher Jim Morris (Dennis Quaid), whose small-town existence and lifelong battles with cantankerous pop (Brian Cox) are suddenly transformed by the offer of a place in the Major League.

Filming in Venice and Morocco whenever funds permitted, Orson Welles shot this adaptation of The Bard’s play in scraps over four years in the late 1940s. The circumstances?there were literally years between shots?inspired kaleidoscopic editing and audacious improvisation:when costumes failed to arrive for a critical murder, Welles restaged it half-naked in a Turkish bath. The result:the most vibrant slice of Shakespeare-noir ever filmed.

The promising 1996 debut by Greg Mottola, The Daytrippers is the epitome of early-’90s Sundance syndrome, where fulsome character and sharp dialogue take precedence over narrative logic. Thus, on the whim of daughter Eliza (Hope Davis), the entire Malone family (including indie queen Parker Posey) take an entertaining but essentially unjustifiable day trip to Manhattan.

Directed by Oxide Pang, this was re-edited after his success with The Eye?Pang presumably feeling he could now take more stylistic liberties. The movie concerns a drug dealer who courts disaster by upping the ante to keep his girlfriend from prostitution, and sees Pang grandly messing with timelines, colour and reality. An enjoyable dip in the seedy Bangkok underground.

Seven years in the making, this is Anup Singh’s dreamy cinematic tone poem (lots of kites and rivers) based on the life and work of acclaimed Indian film-maker Ritwik Ghatak. Adopting a brave, artistic, and not entirely successful motif, Singh follows two symbolic protagonists, male and female, as they re-enact scenes and themes from Ghatak’s seemingly sacred canon.

November 1979. Bob Marley is already stricken with the cancer that will soon kill him. He’s in the middle of a US tour that will take in 47 dates in 49 nights. By the time he reaches the Santa Barbara County Bowl, he’s exhausted. He looks tired and has a cold he can’t shake off. The throb in his cancerous toe is a constant reminder that he’s dying.

And yet he sounds magnificent. The bowl is a glorious natural open-air amphitheatre, and the sun is shining as he glides his way through a buoyant “I Shot The Sheriff”, an atmospheric “Concrete Jungle”and a menacing “Crazy Baldhead”. Then, as twilight falls, the Wailers break into a majestic version of “Exodus”. It’s followed by “Jamming”, “Kinky Reggae”and “Stir It Up”as they build towards an insurrectionary climax with Toshs'”Get Up, Stand Up”. Within six months he will be dead. But The Legend?Live, expertly re-edited by Don Letts, ensures that his music lives on.

Made by Jack Hazan and David Mingay, this film follows Ray Gange as he packs in his job to roadie for The Clash. The sight of Strummer, Jones and co acting out scenes from their daily lives is strangely endearing, and as a record of pre-Thatcher Britain, it’s fascinating.

Trapped in a sweaty throng of beered-up blokes, Paul Weller live can be an endurance test. In the comfort of your own home, he’s great. Recorded last October, you get all the fun of a night out in Glasgow without plastic glasses crunching underfoot as Weller trawls through 30 songs (a third of them from 2002’s Illumination). Whether you prefer The Jam (“A Town Called Malice”), The Style Council (“Our Favourite Shop”) or his solo work (“The Changing Man”), you’re unlikely to be disappointed.

There was life after prog for Utopia. After years of hi-tech bombast and electronic freakouts, the band and their music lost ballast. By 1980, they were playing new wave-inflected pop-rock and Beatles pastiches. Bassist Kasim Sulton wears a skinny power pop tie and synth whizz Roger Powell looks like a Buggle on acid. The highpoints are the extremes: Todd Rundgren crooning “Hello It’s Me” and “Clich

Michael Chiklis often grabs the plaudits for his portrayal of detective Vic Mackey, controlling the dealers and gang-bangers of LA’s fictional Farmington with his renegade Strike Team, but this DVD release of The Shield’s first series is a jolting reminder of how creator Shawn Ryan conceived it as a complex ensemble piece steeped in moral ambiguity. Ryan exposes the politics and brutality that underpin police work, while the handheld photography makes gunfights, rape and murder hideously real. Brilliant.

Rumour has it that the CIA funded Halas and Batchelor’s 1954 cartoon adaptation of George Orwell’s political barnyard allegory. But even though it’s dated and stilted, it remains not only darkly savage anti-Stalinist satire but also a quite stunning piece of animation. Surely long overdue for a Babe-style remake?