Fall

Alan McGee may have had bigger fish to fry in 1994 (namely the era-defining debut of five scallies from Burnage), but that didn't stop him investing well-spent time and money on this, The Cramps' sixth album proper. A good job, too, since Flamejob is a blast; its tunes every bit as colourful as their preposterous titles (eg; "Naked Girl Falling Down The Stairs"). If anything, it sounds even more current today, with The White Stripes reigning supreme, than it did 10 years ago in the shadow of their mono-browed labelmates.

Minghella's Civil War saga aims high

John Grisham adaptation asks searching questions

Haunting, well-judged biopic of Plath and Hughes

Nicholas Ray's 1948 debut launches a retrospective season at the NFT

Superior adaptation of Philip Roth novel

Gord's substantial pot of gold gets prospected, Canadian-style

So much to answer for... the Bard Of Bromley's back in fine forward-looking fettle with a scintillating combination of the old and the new

His Bobness kicks up a storm among the seven hills and proves he's still armed to the teeth

Tense neo-noir from One False Move man