Reviews

Woody Allen movies come so fast (one a year since 1969) they're easy to overlook, but even diehards will be disappointed by this 2001 attempt at neo-'40s screwball noir. Woody's insurance investigator looks tired, and Helen Hunt strains amusement at his wisecracks, and the attempts to create sexual tension will have Billy Wilder spinning in his grave. Allen's worst to date.

Slightly crass 60th-anniversary edition of a six-year-old flick?a marketing gimmick that rewrites Spielberg's war record by rooting his movie in 1944, making it a document of the time, rather than a piece of late-20th-century fiction. Though it remains a spectacular, unequalled piece of action film-making.

Insanely funny, foul-mouthed comedy with bells on

18-track roundup of unsung songwriter

Hit us baby, one more time

Mellifluous Glasgow quartet remain invisible on solid career retrospective

First in five years from Brooklyn rapper

Full-length debut from Montreal's 28-year-old rock purist

Breakbeat virtuoso explores new pan-global pastures on solo debut

Star-studded double dose of live and studio work from country's original outlaw