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Reuniting Dana Andrews and Gene Tierney from his glossily perverse Laura, and adding uncharacteristic grit to compositional elegance, the great Otto Preminger delivered this noir about a violently ambiguous cop two decades before Dirty Harry appeared. Andrews is the splintering anti-hero, a brutal Manhattan detective coming apart while trying to cover up his killing of a suspect. Two more of Preminger's most neglected crime movies—superbly seedy small-town murder Fallen Angel and psychodrama Whirlpool—are also making (overdue) DVD debuts.

Don't be deceived by the enticing claim that this "complete and unauthorised documentary" contains "exclusive and in-depth interviews". They're not with anybody who was ever actually in Zeppelin but with the likes of former Yardbird Jim McCarthy and even a tribute band called Letz Zep. This motley crew relate the familiar story well enough—but you can't help wondering what the point was. Approach with extreme caution.

Fifth solo album from former Small Faces keyboardist

First from duo since '89's The Seeds Of Love

Long unavailable album recorded in London in one hour in May 1965, between Simon & Garfunkel's Wednesday Morning 3am and Sounds Of Silence

Half-baked time travel tale gets lost

It'll forever remain one of the great, blessed blips of cinema history. Flashy populist Spielberg crafted in '93 the definitive Holocaust portrayal. He educated and disturbed while avoiding exploitation. Scale and intimacy were balanced, the intensity was just the right side of too much. Austrian businessman Schindler (Liam Neeson) bribes the SS and saves over a thousand Jews from death. It's the many who didn't make the list you think about. Ralph Fiennes is a mesmerising bully.

Four former prostitutes set themselves up in the restaurant business in Italian director Antonio Petrangeli's vintage 1961 prize-winner, which stars Simone Signoret and Marcello Mastroianni. The tone wavers between bittersweet comedy and stark social commentary, with sumptuous monochrome shots of handsome Roman vistas, plus two ravishingly beautiful stars looking furrowed and soulful as middle age looms. With its downbeat note of gritty realism, Adua And Company is classy and compelling Euro-drama.

"Through the camera of Bob Dylan's drummer, Mickey Jones," the opening credits promise. Yes, Jones was there. But the problem is he was more interested in filming hotels and tourist haunts than chronicling Dylan's progress. Then, when it came to the incendiary shows, he was to be found behind drum kit rather than camera. Not much Bob, then. But Dylanologists will still be fascinated by Jones' eyewitness account as he talks us through the electrifying events all over again.

Elegant seventh album from German post-rock/electronic trio