The sex pistols have become as much of a great British institution as the ones they so chaotically threatened more than a quarter of a century ago. Retelling their stories individually, Lydon, Matlock, Jones and Cook today look and sound as harmless as the good old guy down the pub, although Lydon still employs the glittering Stare to dramatic effect.
The law of diminishing returns applies as Barry Sonnenfeld hacks out a scant sequel to the initially promising sci-fi spoof. Will Smith must again save the human race from oddly-shaped monsters and hedonistic worms, and so restores Tommy Lee Jones' erased memories. Lara Flynn Boyle replaces Linda Fiorentino, who bailed. Wisely, it'd seem. Funny in flashes.
Following labelmate Jesse Malin's success, twentysomething Jeff Klein's take on warped American mores pitches up in a darker backwater. Opener "Everything I Alright" is a suicidal arsonist's tale built around a grisly-lullaby keyboard loop and guest (and Klein landlady!) Patty Griffin's back-ups. "If I Get To California" rocks like early Uncle Tupelo, and "Another Breakdown" is a huskier Ryan Adams.
