Yes

35 B-sides and rarities, with two unreleased tracks, on two CDs

Swiftly-recorded follow-up from scuzz-rock trio

Postcard from Tajikistan

The medium-defining shibboleth that induces paroxysms of adulation from film critics (but not filmgoers), Citizen Kane has become, in its inviolable immensity, the cinematic equivalent of its own overbearing protagonist, Charles Foster Kane. Yes, the 25-year-old Orson Welles' direction is astounding. Yes, Welles and Herman Mankiewicz's screenplay is a pointed satire of paper baron William Randolph Hearst. Yes, Gregg Toland's deep-focus cinematography is sumptuous. Yes, Bernard Herrmann's score is eerily ominous.

The poet laureate of hooliganism returns

Today's New York rockers, posturing Gotham dance music and yesterday's post-punkers from Blighty

Steve Buscemi's second movie as director is a convincing drama of life in a US jail

Cheech Marin and Tommy Chong all but eviscerate what remains of their Up In Smoke credibility with this 1984, er, adaptation of Dumas. Suffice to say that the period Parisian setting allows for, ho ho, cross-dressing, painful double-entendres (a villain called "Fuckaire"), and rock-bottom one-liners: "That's the Marquis du Hicky! He's a tri-sexual!" "A tri-sexual?" "Yes, he'll try anything!" Ugh.

Performance-driven crime drama hits the mark

Norwegian newcomer has lullabies to soothe but leaves an itch that needs scratching