Reviews

Absorbing portrait of the legendary artist

Antonio Banderas and Lucy Liu play secret agents who start out on opposite sides, then realise they should be allies. The script and plot barely make it out of the first dimension, the stunts are contrived and irritating and one can only assume the stars were blackmailed into taking part. A strong contender for worst movie of the year.

Two Ethan Hawke films. In Richard Linklater's Tape, Hawke's a drop-out, returned to his home town to confront arty high-flier Robert Sean Leonard over old girlfriend Uma Thurman. Confined to Hawke's motel room, it's a pressure cooker. Hawke directs the digitally-shot Chelsea Walls, set in the timeless New York hangout. A good attempt at apeing the kind of meandering independent movie that appeared in the late '60s—but just as trying. Great cast of chums, though, notably Little Jimmy Scott (singing "Jealous Guy") and Kris Kristofferson (trying to be Hemingway).

François Ozon places style over substance for this tongue-in-cheek murder-mystery musical—but what style. Gathering Catherine Deneuve, Isabelle Huppert, Emmanuelle Béart, Fanny Ardant and a who's who of Gallic goddesses, the costumes alone make this a fashion icon. That it's also a highly entertaining romp played with boisterous vitality is a bonus.

Lively debut from British post-rockers

High time a documentary paid tribute to the undervalued golden-era Motown house band—The Funk Brothers—who played on more (and better) hits than anyone else. The (surviving) old dudes remain innately fluid. The choice of guest vocalists here, however, as they trot through some of the greats, could've been better. Bootsy Collins babbling "Cool Jerk", fine. Chaka Khan hollering "What's Going On", unsubtle but fine. But Ben Harper (twice?), and Joan Osborne (twice)?

Debut album from James and Carly's boy

Soulful blood steps into the evolution and creativity bag

Career-celebrating compilation stretches patience

Upgraded reissue of album which begat French filter house. Plus bonus CD