Reviews

Hollywood remake of great French action-comedy

Demme knowing, nerve-shredding take on iconic conspiracy thriller pulls off the improbable

As a rule of thumb, most of those vertigo albums that didn't sell in the early '70s now go for silly money on eBay. The reason they didn't sell is that most of them were crap. Jade Warrior were a cut above. True, they couldn't make up their minds whether they wanted to be Cream or Jethro Tull, so they settled for a drum-free combination of both. The swirling flutes and abrasive guitars bring a certain restless beauty to "Dragonfly Day", "Psychiatric Sergeant" and "Sundial Song", although the carefully crafted textures are often let down by mediocre lyrics

Post-punk vets prove their staying power with self-selected best-of

Mixed bag from the leading man of manic MOR

More party-rocking heartbreak from the Shangri-Las of retro-punk

Anti-Bush manifesto from perennial protest singer

Now 78 years young and still crooning

Southern-boy sensations experience growing pains on difficult second album

Not quite Fellini at his most brilliantly enigmatic, but the movie that made his name. Christ is helicoptered out of Rome while the city decays into a listless Sodom for the international jet set; Marcello Mastroianni plays the louche hack carrying too much ennui to write a novel, documenting the party people's jaded adventures for local scandal sheets, worried his soul is dying. The decadence looks tame today, but it still has Anita Ekberg in the fountain.