DIRECTED BY David Cronenberg STARRING Ralph Fiennes, Miranda Richardson, Gabriel Byrne, Lynn Redgrave Opens January 3, Cert 15, 99 mins Over the years, with films like Rabid, Videodrome, Crash and eXistenZ, we've come to expect eerie, special-effects-laden, futuristic horror fare from David Cronenberg. His latest is a sinister but understated study of a schizophrenic (Ralph Fiennes) known only by his childhood nickname of Spider. The film opens in the 1980s with Spider checking into a grim halfway house in a run-down area of east London after 20 years in psychiatric care. Under the rule of Mrs Wilkinson (Lynn Redgrave), it seems as though Spider's soon to be integrated back into society. But then he starts exploring the local streets where he grew up, and his past comes back to haunt him. Cronenberg uses flashback to explain how Spider came to be incarcerated. Ten-year-old actor Bradley Hall plays the acutely sensitive young Spider, Gabriel Byrne his boozy father and Miranda Richardson both his mother and his father's prostitute mistress Yvonne. Through these flashbacks, Spider leads us to believe that an horrific event in his childhood triggered his first breakdown. Or is this the complex, fantastical mind of the schizophrenic at work? Adapted from Patrick McGrath's novel, Cronenberg's film takes us inside Spider's mind, shows us the world through his eyes. Ralph Fiennes, who spends the film mumbling to himself, writing unintelligible scribblings in a notebook and hallucinating macabre scenes, is nothing short of extraordinary. He puts Russell Crowe's turn in Beautiful Mind to shame. And his performance is completely naturalistic: a surprise, since we expect special effects galore from a Cronenberg film. But the only special effects in this film are the thoughts that pass through Spider's mind. Through his eyes, something as banal as a gas tower becomes an object of unimaginable terror. And this is the thread that connects all of Cronenberg's work: a fascination with the fine line between reality and fantasy. Bleak, unsettling and very disturbing, this is another reality-bending classic from Canada's finest.

Opens January 17, Cert 15, 92 mins In a surreal opening sequence, a gang of boys pursue an anxious Father Christmas across the desert scrub of Nazareth. Later on, a red balloon bearing a cartoon image of Yassar Arafat creates panic among the Israeli soldiers at a checkpoint between Jerusalem and Ramallah. Elia Suleiman's film repeatedly combines the overtly political with the absurd or comical. It's a clever device which highlights the dilemma of the secular Palestinian, torn between liberal instincts and a rage at injustice. Suleiman, who also appears in the film, turns the horrors of daily life into something fantastical?a carelessly tossed apricot stone detonates a tank; a Palestinian woman collects bullets like a halo, then fires them back at the Israeli soldiers. A film with a light touch but a heavy heart, it's similar in pace and tone to Roy Andersson's Songs From The Second Floor. Seemingly unrelated vignettes?a feud over rubbish, the lovers who can never get through the checkpoint to meet each other, a bus stop that nothing stops at any more?gradually build into a satisfying, thought-provoking whole.

Opened December 27, Cert 15, 94 mins Don't be fooled by an ad campaign that declares "from the maker of Leon and The Fifth Element". Luc Besson is on board as producer only, presenting this lame adaptation of a script he clearly co-authored after several large bottles of dessert wine. A pumped-up Statham plays Frank, an ex-Commando with a strangely variable transatlantic accent. Frank's now a "transporter" based in the south of France?for a large fee, he'll shift any item in his customised battle-ready Mercedes. His golden rule is "never open the package." Naturally, the first thing he does in this movie is open the package, which turns out to contain a drop-dead-beautiful mystery woman (Shu Qi). Before you can say "oops," Frank is six-pack deep in corrupt American businessmen and crazed Chinese assassins. Mercifully, Hong Kong director Corey Yuen can choreograph a mean fight, and Statham proves to be no slouch in the ass-kicking department?the only elements of an otherwise excruciating movie that drag it away from one-star hell. Besson really should be ashamed of himself.

DIRECTED BY Gillian Grisman STARRING Jerry Garcia, David Grisman Opened December 13, Cert 12A, 81 mins Away from the spaced-out acid jams of The Grateful Dead, Jerry Garcia had a profound and abiding love for acoustic bluegrass music. He first met the mandolin player David Grisman in the 1960s, and in the early '70s the two formed Dead offshoot Old & In The Way to play Bill Monroe tunes and other bluegrass favourites. So close did these kindred spirits become that they even ended up looking like each other ("two beards of the same feather", as one wag put it). Grateful Dawg chronicles their friendship and musical partnership, which endured until Garcia's death in 1995. Much of the film consists of live footage from a December 1990 concert at Sweetwater, Marin County (one of the world's great music bars) and a second show a year later in San Francisco. Together they play everything from Jimmy Cliff's "Sittin' In Limbo" to their own mellow compositions such as "Dawg's Waltz", via the Dead's "Friend Of The Devil". There's an appealing warmth to the performances, with Garcia visibly relaxed. Even better are the intimate scenes of the two beards playing together, shot by Grisman's daughter Gillian, who set up a camera whenever Jerry visited to play in his buddy's living room. The musical footage is capped by moving?if not particularly illuminating?scenes in which Grisman and others talk about what Garcia meant to them. There's no attempt to present an objective view or assess the music's significance, and Gillian Grisman is clearly involved with her subject on a highly personal level. Yet this becomes one of the film's main strengths. The other is simply the intuitive playing of the two soul mates. Grateful Dawg is not one of those music documentaries that ends up leaving you frustrated because you want to hear more music and less talk. Indeed, the music is the real star here. Rough and unsophisticated but totally endearing, it's more like a home movie than a conventional documentary. But therein lies its unique charm.

DIRECTED BY Michael Caton-Jones STARRING Robert De Niro, Frances McDormand Opens January 24, Cert 15, 108 mins De Niro's quality control's been imperfect recently, but this portrait of a tough cop and vulnerable father allows him to use his entire palette with subtlety and strength. There are also career-best performances here from McDormand and rising stars James Franco and Eliza Dushku. Adapted from a true story, it's the gently gripping tale of a Manhattan cop forced to pursue the chief suspect in a murder case?his estranged son. Vincent (De Niro) walked out on his wife and son Joey (Franco) 14 years ago. He loses his pain in his work, and enjoys a laid-back relationship with the woman downstairs, Michelle (McDormand). Forced to acknowledge Joey's existence now, his world is suddenly under assault, and when Joey's girl Gina (Dushku) arrives bearing a grandson he didn't know about, he feels like he's battling time itself. Joey, meanwhile, is a junkie, on the run from both the cops and dealer William Forsythe. He haunts the delapidated boardwalks of Long Beach. "Used to be beautiful round here," mutters De Niro, treading on syringes, forlornly trying to find his son before his colleagues do. The faded grandeur of Long Island is a metaphor for De Niro's state of mind, but it's not done obviously. Franco's a find, and the rapport between De Niro and McDormand resonates effortlessly. There are echoes of Richard Price here, of Heat, even On The Waterfront. You may even notice them after absorbing De Niro's soft-spoken declaration that he's still very much a force.

Opens January 24, Cert 12A, 97 mins A man arrives in town. Almost immediately he's beaten to death. But this is Finland, and our hero is not one to let a fatal blow to the head stop him from going about his business. Except he no longer remembers what his business is. Without an identity or a memory of the past, the man starts to forge a new life, squatting in a disused freight container alongside a community of winos and down-and-outs, and striking up a relationship with a comely Salvation Army officer. He even starts to forge a career as the new manager of the Salvation Army band. This marginal world is perfect territory for director Aki Kaurismaki, steeped in dark comedy and cheap vodka, and littered with the kind of twilight wisdom that comes only when you've been drinking for several days straight. Relying heavily on atmospheric silence and stoic stillness, the film is wholly and completely involving. The soundtrack is superb, composed of melancholy drinking ballads and mournful refrains, and the cinematography is spectacular. If there is a more fully realised cinematic vision on show this year, I'd be astonished.

Opens January 31, Cert 12A, 90 mins When 18-year-old Ana Garcia (America Ferrera) graduates from high school, her Mexican family ignore the school's insistence that she apply to study at college, and instead put her to work at her sister's sweat-shop in downtown Los Angeles. Ana's family left Mexico for a better life in the United States only to find hardship, and her mother is adamant that Ana will live the factory life, too. But Ana wants more. So when she gets offered a place at Columbia on a scholarship, she has to choose between her family and her ambitions. First-time director Patricia Cardoso's lovely little film (winner of the audience award and the special jury prize at this year's Sundance Film Festival) portrays Ana's struggle to break free against the colourful backdrop of Mexican Los Angeles. Boasting a great Mexican soundtrack, a warm script, rich characters and Ferrera's brooding, intense performance (reminiscent of Michelle Rodriguez in Girlfight), this is a voluptuous film with curves in all the right places.

DIRECTED BY Alexander Payne STARRING Jack Nicholson, Dermot Mulroney, Hope Davis Opens January 24, Cert 15, 125 mins A scathing social satire, a superannuated road movie, a bleak slice of rainy grey Nebraskan realism, and a desperate, heartbreaking redemptive odyssey, About Schmidt is everything, and more, that we've come to expect from writer/director and Midwestern visionary Alexander Payne. Having eviscerated the abortion debate in Citizen Ruth and political guile in Election, this time Payne takes an epic swipe at themes of love, loss, family and the meaning of life. Here Jack Nicholson, leathery, puffed, with lank comb-over hair and yet somehow ennobled, is the eponymous 66-year-old Omaha actuary lost in a late-life crisis. Newly retired and suddenly bereaved, Schmidt decides to drive to Denver in his 35-foot Winnebago to dissuade his daughter Jeannie (Davis) from marrying incompetent water bed salesman Randall (Mulroney). Along this journey, in what is ostensibly genre-defying and completely anathema to the road movie, he actually learns very little about himself. Or does he? Coupled with last year's towering turn in The Pledge, About Schmidt will be read as the startling apogee of late-era Nicholson (and an apposite companion piece to the posturing of Easy Rider). And it's true that his performance here is a marvel of middle-aged anonymity, a miscellany of facial ticks, twitches and grimaces that deftly efface all but the tiniest hints of the Nicholson persona. Even so, it's ultimately the cold hand of Payne that takes Nicholson and 'Schmidt to such great heights. From throwaway scenes, like the grieving Schmidt lathering himself in his dead wife's face cream, to cold behavioural observations, like the painfully polite interaction of Schmidt and Randall, down to the consistently lugubrious grey-skies static camera shooting style, this is a film of ostensibly modest but utterly effective directorial touches. And all the while, within this grand design, Payne teases us with the possibility of redemption for Schmidt. Will he find it on the road? No. At his wife's funeral? Not there. At his daughter's wedding? No chance. And just when you think that this is the bleakest film since early Kieslowski, it finally crashes into view. And it will floor you.

Opened January 1, Cert 15, 91 mins One of the few early Bergman features that remains an untarnished jewel half a century later, Wild Strawberries is a 1957 road movie laced with symbolism, philosophical musing and sly humour which gently but consistently undercuts its emotionally remote narrator. ...

Opens January 10, Cert 15, 94 mins Jennifer Aniston is a fine actress in need of a credibility boost. Unfortunately, The Good Girl isn't quite the vehicle to do so. It's a pity, as this domestic drama begins with fine intentions. Aniston is Justine, an intelligent woman stuck in a dead-end job and stuck with oafish stoner husband Paul (John C Reilly). When the enigmatic and handsome Holden (Donnie Darko's Jake Gyllenhaal) begins working alongside her in a supermarket, he seems to offer a way out. They embark on a joyous and passionate affair but it quickly goes wrong. Holden becomes increasingly unhinged and possessive, while Paul's redneck pal Bubba (Tim Blake Nelson) blackmails Justine over the affair. Initially, the characters and script deftly capture the oppressive tedium of backwater America. But Holden's abrupt character change is hammy and unconvincing, while the narrow focus on Justine's infidelity means this has all the range of a British soap. Director Miguel Arteta can't quite decide whether this is indie arthouse or a light mainstream drama and so awkwardly straddles the two. A missed opportunity?especially for Aniston.

DIRECTED BY Curtis Hanson STARRING Eminem, Kim Basinger, Brittany Murphy, Mekhi Phifer Opens January 17, Cert 15, 118 mins In which the woolly hat and zip-up hoodie do for Eminem what the white suit did for Travolta, and the bulging black binliner slung over his shoulder is as iconic a prop as James Dean's rifle. Anti-glamour is the new glamour for Marshall Mathers fans, whose already vast numbers will be expanded by this superbly crafted, openly self-mythologising vehicle. It's not easy to make pop stars click as movie stars (ask Madge, for one), but Hanson and writer Scott Silver have pulled it off. Neither too grittily "real" or schmaltzily sell-out, 8 Mile walks and talks the fine line it needs to. It helps that Em doesn't try too hard, and happens to have, by accident or design, intense on-screen presence. His eyes brood like a quiet storm, veering inches from viciousness. The producers' (including Jimmy Iovine's) boasts that 8 Mile will do for hip-hop what Saturday Night Fever did for disco 25 years ago hold true. It's often as boorish and nasty as we tend to forget that film was; it's also as uplifting as Rocky, and lucks into magic with similar animal grace. It'll thrill fans and fascinate floaters. Selectively based on Eminem's early life, it hangs with white trash wannabe rapper Jimmy "Rabbit" Smith Jr (Eminem), who in 1995 lives with his mom (Basinger, enjoying playing against type with the director who won her an Oscar) and her abusive man in a tawdry trailer park. Rabbit struts the mean streets of Detroit, on the wrong side of the tracks. He's a factory worker by day, punk-ass arsonist by night, dreaming of demos and studio time. But he's sweet to his kid sister and defends gays, so we know he's all heart deep down. He freezes at his first "battle" (rap contest), despite the support of buddies like Phifer, an MC who spots his genius. He romances wild-eyed fangirl Murphy with a shag up against a wall (very Quadrophenia). Murphy, never one to underact, plays it like Courtney Love on bad acid, which, in context, is absolutely the correct decision. When she cheats on him with a rival and Rabbit gets beaten up by that rival's gang, he's no longer lacking in determination and motivation. At the next battle he meets (or rather, escapes) his destiny, rapping like a man possessed and wiping the floor with his gutted opponents. That we're rooting for him in such a potentially corny big-showdown climax is high praise to Hanson's skill and Eminem's new-found guile. Our hero's discomfort as the only white guy on the block ("Yo, Elvis," his peers sneer) is shrewdly managed. There's a tender moment where we see Rabbit scribbling down rhymes as his sister colours in drawings of trees, which is almost saying something about the nature of art. But 8 Mile doesn't risk pretension: it moves in straight lines, sharp as an arrow. "Lose yourself," urges the truculent theme song: enthusiast or sceptic, you will. The best rebel-music movie in years.

Opens 31 January, Cert 12A, 102 mins Set in a local barbershop in south Chicago, this finds Ice Cube cast as Calvin, a second-generation hairdresser eager to be shot of his late father's business. It takes a run-in with loan shark Lester (Keith David) for Calvin to realise how important the shop is to its customers, its staff and the community at large. Barbershop won't win any prizes for originality, but its feelgood mix of familiar elements makes it much bigger than the sum of its parts. Okay, so a dopey subplot involving a pilfered cash machine tests our patience, and the pressure to sew up the various plot threads results in a rushed and unconvincing conclusion. Cube is hugely loveable here, but the ace in the hole is comedian Cedric the Entertainer, ideally cast as the shop's resident sage, Eddie. His comments on OJ Simpson, Martin Luther King and Rosa Parks have whipped up a storm of controversy in the States, and they're evidence that Barbershop wants its audience to think as well as laugh.

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Opens January 10, Cert 12A, 98 mins James Bond has had a lot of competition recently: Matt Damon in The Bourne Identity, Vin Diesel in xXx and the pint-sized heroes of Spy Kids 2. Now it's Jackie Chan's turn to take on 007 in this entertaining if disposable caper about a boy, a girl and a hi-tech dinner jacket. Jackie Chan plays a humble chauffeur who turns into... well, Jackie Chan the moment he dons his employer's prized tuxedo. Equipped with more gadgets than the whole of Q Branch, Jackie finds he can walk up walls, turn invisible and move like James Brown?talents that come in handy when he's called upon to battle a madman out to contaminate the world's water. As Chan vehicles go this is fairly average, and sidekick Jennifer Love Hewitt is a poor substitute for Rush Hour's Chris Tucker. Still, Kevin Donovan's feature debut boasts enough fight scenes, slapstick comedy routines and outlandish stunts to satisfy the most ardent fan, and although this tux might have looked better on someone else, Jackie nonetheless wears it with aplomb