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Summer With Monika

Early Ingmar Bergman investigation of the problems of young love in which a romantic summer idyll turns to pregnancy, marriage, boredom and infidelity. The director’s first film with Harriet Anderson, whose defiant animal vitality was the focus of the tale, it still packs an emotional punch.

Trading Places

Much-imitated life-swapping comedy from ’83, back when John Landis was a hot name. Street chancer Eddie Murphy and stockbroker Dan Aykroyd switch places after a nature-versus-nurture debate, with Jamie Lee Curtis as Aykroyd’s love interest. Doesn’t aim to be anything other than broadly funny, and so largely succeeds, though it hasn’t aged too cleverly.

Kissing Jessica Stein

Unconventional, witty rom-com chooses its inspirations carefully in Woody Allen and Seinfeld. Jessica’s a New York singleton who can’t find Mr Right, and so decides to give Ms Right a fling. But she doesn’t quite know how to go about this trendy Sapphic stuff, and whenever the film veers on cheese it snaps back sharply. Surprisingly wry.

Urban Cowboy

John Travolta begins his ’80s career slide as Bud Davis, a hick who migrates to Houston, falls for the honky-tonk bar scene, marries city girl Sissy (Debra Winger), loses her to recidivist Wes (Scott Glenn), and enters a mechanical bull-riding rodeo. Compelling supporting performances (especially Winger) and authentic bar footage from-director James Bridges (The Paper Chase) compensate for Travolta’s squeaky, misjudged central turn.

Child’s Play

Banned from the 1958 Cannes Festival for slagging off French cinema, Fran

Zulu

Remembered now as Michael Caine’s debut, playing a posh officer opposite Stanley Baker, Cy Endfield’s epic recreates the massacre of the Welsh redcoats by the Zulus at Rorke’s Drift. Jack Hawkins runs the gamut from demented missionary to drunk, and the battle scenes are terrific.

Serpico

One of the great Sidney Lumet’s thoroughly hypnotic New York movies, where you can smell the sweat of the tension and the barely-repressed panic in the streets. An Oscar-nominated Al Pacino is in hell-for-leather form. Made in ’73 and based on Peter Maas’ book of the trials faced by real-life cop Frank Serpico, who ended an 11-year career by blowing the whistle on his colleagues, it follows Pacino as the committed crusader exposing corruption in the force. He’s abused, ostracised, and ultimately has to flee the country. Pacino relishes the scope to wrestle with his demons, destroy his love life not once but twice, and face off a superb supporting cast (including the neglected Cornelia Sharpe, John Randolph and Barbara Eda-Young). If you like watching Al do his thing for two hours, you’ll be in fan heaven, but as with Dog Day Afternoon, he’s skillfully abetted by the gritty, gripping work of a most undervalued director.

Men In Black

Reissued as part of the Superbit series, Barry Sonnenfeld’s witty and energetic spoof fields a wonderful tearning in sassy Will Smith and sardonic Tommy Lee Jones. “Searching for a handle on the moment?” asks the latter when the rookie alien investigator is first confronted with the tentacled weirdos from outer space. Fave moment: Noisy Cricket.

Blade Runner Special Edition Deluxe Box Set

Whoo hoo! Ridley Scott’s timeless sci-fi noir classic gets handsomely packaged in an impressive box set along with lobby cards, original 35mm frame, script book and poster Definitely Harrison Ford’s finest hour, tracking Rutger Hauer and his band of existential Replicants through a neon-and-rain-soaked future LA. Peerless.

The Wash

Hip hop’s finest double-act, Dr Dre and Snoop Dogg, pay loose, improvisational homage to the 1976 comedy classic Car Wash with this amiably inert tale of two roommates scheming, scamming and “busting suds” at the local LA ‘wash. There’s a kidnapping subplot, consistent casual misogyny, and cameos from Ludacris, Eminem and Tommy Chong. Overall, patchy, but not entirely pointless.

Natural Born Killers: Director’s Cut

Oliver Stone in mind-fuck overdrive. Seven years after it provoked the most hysterical reactions to a movie since the ’70s heyday of confrontational classics like A Clockwork Orange and Straw Dogs, NBK remains as violent, hilarious, unsettling, outrageous and awesome as ever.

At the peak of his cinematic powers and throwing everything into an increasingly volatile mix, Stone reworks Tarantino’s original plundering spin on the familiar Hollywood tradition of lovers on a killing spree and sheerly eviscerates it. The veteran director Sam Fuller once famously remarked that movies are a battleground; a point of view that clearly has some merit as far as Stone is concerned?although he typically takes the notion further: NBK is a full-on fucking war zone. Utterly brilliant.

John Q

This’ll be the one Denzel didn’t win the Oscar for. His factory-worker Everyman holds up a hospital when the nasty insurance company won’t help his dying son. Shades of Dog Day Afternoon, but an astounding cast (Robert Duvall, James Woods, Ray Liotta) can’t stop director Nick (son of John) Cassavetes from descending into trite, teary sentimentality.

Monster’s Ball

Halle Berry’s blubbing Oscar win shouldn’t obscure the fact that this is a brave, harrowing film, echoing the intimacy of ’70s cinema’s heyday. Billy Bob Thornton is uncannily intense as a Death Row prison guard who cracks up when his son Heath Ledger can’t handle his job. An odd coupling with convict’s wife Berry may or may not redeem him. Inspirational.

Roberto Succo

French study of a true-life serial killer who habitually robbed, kidnapped and killed in the south of France during the 1980s. Stefano Cassetti brilliantly captures the unhinged Succo, and there’s a steely intelligence throughout, but C

The Virgin Spring

More convincingly medieval than his breakthrough film The Seventh Seal, The Virgin Spring is a dark ballad of revenge balanced between Christianity and paganism. Max von Sydow’s daughter is raped and murdered; he kills the culprits. On the surface a simple tale, but laden with intricate themes of guilt.

Hardball

Keanu Reeves stars in this dismally formulaic affair as an inveterate gambler given one last shot at personal redemption when he’s asked to coach a baseball team made up of apathetic no-hoper inner-city hard nuts. Based on a true story.

Twin Peaks—Season One Box Set

David Lynch’s TV series, which first aired in the UK in the early ’90s, broke the mould on so many levels, arguably paving the way for everything from Northern Exposure and Wild Palms to The Sopranos and Six Feet Under. Ostensibly a whodunnit, this deeply unconventional show explores secrets and strangeness in a rural community. And boy, do we get strangeness, from Kyle MacLachlan’s relentlessly chipper FBI agent to the Log Lady and the One-Armed Man. Genius

Billy Bragg And Wilco—Man In The Sand

The two albums of Woody Guthrie songs recorded by Billy Bragg and Wilco and released as Mermaid Avenue (Volumes One and Two) are already alt. country classics. Kim Hopkins’ documentary film follows Bragg around America in search of Woody. Archive footage of the great man is interwoven with Bragg performing some 20 songs, alongside guests including Natalie Merchant. Films about making albums seldom do the music justice. Man In The Sand breaks the pattern.

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U2—The Best Of 1990-2000

Playing while standing on a runway with planes roaring overhead in “Beautiful Day”, introducing the Flys V Lemons Championships in “Stuck In A Moment…”, and playing with cartoons and Batman footage in “Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me”, U2 are as entertaining as they are enormous and serious. More intriguing, though, are the visits paid behind the scenes as U2 play Sarajevo, bribe Larry with a mermaid and film three videos for “One”.

Madness—Divine Madness

“Don’t watch that?watch THIS!”. The Nutty Boys’ promos were always integral to their position as one of the greatest English singles bands of the 1980s. What’s “Baggy Trousers” without a flying saxophonist? What’s “It Must Be Love” without the sight of Suggs and chums risking electrocution in a swimming pool? They’re all here, from ’79’s “The Prince” to ’99’s Ian Dury-assisted “Drip Fed Fred”. Priceless.