Starring: Guy Pearce, Maggie Grace, Peter Stormare

The FBI has enlisted an unlikely ally in its fight against insider trading and securities fraud: Gordon Gekko, the villainous executive from 1987 movie Wall Street, who told an audience of potential investors: "Greed, for want of a better word, is good."

Harry Potter's film incarnation can now settle where he belongs – the pre-Christmas shopping melee.

This so-so comedy starsKevin James as a rotundshopping-mall securityguard who falls overrepeatedly while tacklinga gang of skateboardingcrooks. Essentially abelated Die Hard pastiche,it's as uninspired as themall it's set in, but it'shalfway palatable thanksto James' likeable, bigheartedperformance,and at least it's free of thegross-out gags and misanthropythat drag downmost films produced byAdam Sandler. Believe itor not, it's one of thisyear's biggest US boxofficehits so far.

To wine buffs the 1976 blind-tasting of the old-world French and the brash new Californians as organised by the Academie du Vin's Steven Spurrier is a landmark.

AS HE sped down the M4's bus lane last week past a tailback of frustrated motorists, many of them no doubt floating voters, Tony Blair had time to wonder whether the bus lane was such a fine idea after all. But it had seemed right at the time; "sensible" was the word he had used about it a fortnight earlier, a good steady word. One was reminded of the old electioneering slogan "You know it makes sense". We expect our politicians to be sensible, whatever else they are.

I WAS disgusted to read of the behaviour of individuals attached to Heythrop Hunt ("Hunt tramples Churchill's grave", 7 February). This appalling incident will, I hope, finally persuade people that hunting ought to be banned.

`Die Hard' copycats can set their own body count, says Daniel Rosenthal, but they should leave the rules alone

Antony and Cleopatra

The creators of `Hey Persephone!' have never worked with opera. Are they a dream team or a recipe for disaster?

Letter: Rickman says sorry

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Einsturzende Neubauten's singer and instigator Blixa Bargeld once wanted to extinguish music, to press at the borders of what music was till it evaporated, and he could start again. It was an obsessional project that suited the bleak, Berlin Wall-dominated landscape in which his band worked, and the instruments they used, industrial debris from chainsaws to hammers. In their early Eighties heyday, the mere thought of sitting through one of their concerts was terrifying, so extreme were their experiments. But the band's existence is more peripheral than ever these days, its one-time shocking newness surely obsolete. The people who still want them, even need them, the people who crowd this gig, would look obsolete themselves in any other context, lost tribes of post-punks and other audio refuseniks. Fortunately, Bargeld and his cohorts have not forgotten the manifesto they began with. This gig proves what their new album Ende Neu indicated: that their effort to destroy music is over, and that the new music they searched for is in their grasp.

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