Still waiting for my Woyzeck review? No, I didn't think so.
Right, having processed several cultural products over the last few weeks, I feel I must impart my judgements to the world. They are as follows:
The Return (Vozvrashcheniye): Beautiful and harrowing.
Lost in Translation: neither racist, nor any good. That Coppola woman annoys me disproportionately. I loved Scarlett Johanson in Ghost World, and Bill Murray in everything he's ever been in, so it's a mystery to me how the director managed to suck all the charisma and humanity out of both actors.
Rushmore (Wes Anderson film): an absolute delight. Bill Murray at his best. Funny and touching. Much better than The Royal Tenenbaums; slightly better than Bottle Rocket.
Curb Your Enthusiasm, season 2/3: brilliant. 'The Doll' must be the closest thing to comedy perfection for decades.
Complete Short Stories: by J. G. Ballard. Diagnoses all the ills of the late 20th century. Essential. I believe that science fiction is ideally suited to the short story form. Sci-fi more than any other genre is the literature of ideas. Have an idea, put it into narrative, take it to its logical conclusions. Ballard does this better than any other writer.
Pattern Recognition: by William Gibson. Quite good. Ballard-lite.
Masmoudi: by Chronomad. Iranian-Turkish-German electronica. Better than it sounds. Much better.
Abattoir blues/The Lyre of Orpheus: by Nick Cave. Half good, half meh. Would have made one decent album, but it wouldn't be either of the ones you get here.
Blood on the Tracks: by Bob Dylan. I've just discovered this. OK, so I'm hardly the first, but it is a genuinely great album.
Bubba Ho-Tep: Elvis and JFK versus an Egyptian mummy. Exactly what it sounds like.