Reviews

The movie/musical of Hedwig And The Angry Inch was an East Coast cause célèbre a couple of years back; we could (and probably did) lazily describe it as the Rocky Horror of the new millennium. Its impact on middling-to-big rock people was greater than it ever was on the British public—for now, as a charity album for the Hetrick-Martin Institute, home to the Harvey Milk School for gay youth, there arrives a twinkling set of Hedwig homages.

Double album of Boss cover versions

First studio outing in six years from recently-rejoined Flatlander

Recorded for pennies, her spectral, bewitching '99 debut available again

Monolithic early-years box set

Hanif Kureishi's inter-generational love story

Low-key Argentinian road movie of sorts from director Carlos Sorin. A lost dog provides the impetus for an old man to amble off on a slow journey: he's not really looking for doggie, he's hunting meaning and a decent way to die. New friends shuffle about and there's much sentiment which would be panned if this was a Hollywood flick.

A handsomely filmed 1976 comedy adventure from a Wilbur Smith novel set in Africa during WWI, Shout At The Devil fails to register. True Blue Brit Roger Moore hooks up with alcoholid Lee Marvin, and they take on the German Navy. Explosions follow. Marvin hams outrageously.

The year is 2029, the city is Hong Kong, and the subject is a semi-naked cyborg supercop Major Kusanagi (Atsuko Tanaka). She's an animé fanboy's wet dream with improbably pert buttocks, muscular breasts, pneumatic nipples and a penchant for quoting Corinthians while questioning the nature of 'self' and simultaneously pursuing a mastermind cyber-hacker. Sublimely realised, intellectual ponderous, cheesy fun.

First full review of 39-track follow-up to Stankonia from fractured hip hop duo