Quentin Tarantino, DVD/Blu-ray (165mins)

Thank you. Thank you so much, Mr. De Niro, Mr. Arkin, Mr. Hoffman and Mr. Jones, my respect. My… my unlimited gratitude goes to Dr. King Schultz. That is, of course, to the creator and the creator of his awe-inspiring world – Quentin Tarentino.

If there was ever a set of toys worthy of the tag "not suitable for children" then it would have to be the official merchandise produced in conjunction with Quentin Tarantino's much-lauded spaghetti Western-meets-blaxploitation epic Django Unchained.

Never mind the Western, or black experience – this tale is all about how white people love to talk

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My parents were... incredibly supportive in spite of my shortcomings.

Toronto funkateers Chromeo, self-billed as "the only successful Arab/Jewish partnership since the dawn of human culture", certainly make an odd couple.

Hollywood insiders are arguing among themselves over a change in date for the town's biggest love-in party, the Oscars.

When Gerard Butler's wife and daughter are murdered, he vows revenge, not just on the killers, and not just on the prosecutor (Jamie Foxx) who plea-bargained on their behalf, but on the whole of Philadelphia's legal system.

Gerard Butler, having seen his wife and sick-makingly cute daughter knifed to death, is distressed to be told that the murderer has plea-bargained his way to a slap-on-the-wrist sentence.

It's not been a good century for Busta Rhymes who is struggling to repeat his early successes with his optimistically-titled Motown debut Back On My B.S. Frequently, when an album appears a 18 months behind schedule, it sounds dated and desperate, however loudly Busta proclaims himself "emperor of every round table in the house". British hip-hop was once the poor relation to its American cousin, but one searches in vain here for something with the spark and invention of a "Bonkers", or a Slime & Reason; instead, it's the usual tired celebrations of thug life and bling culture, with the usual parade of lazy guest spots. Lil Wayne turns up to brag about his cash on "Respect My Conglomerate", Akon and T.I. bring a little commercial polish to "Don't Believe Em", Busta's Flipmode Squad buddies get their taste on the aptly titled "We Want In", while the conscious crew of Jamie Foxx, Mary J. Blige, John Legend and Common sound like an afterthought on "Decision". Busta's best line is his boast in "Give Em What They Askin For" about how "I'm throwing money down just to please myself/I'm into self-preservation so I'll freeze myself"; but his career's cold enough, by the sound of it.

You wouldn't necessarily picture Ray Charles, blues pianist and singer, engrossed in a game of chess. But a new book of previously unseen photographs taken by his manager and friend Joe Adams between the 1960s and the 1980s offers intriguing insights into the man.