Jimmy Cliff would rather be a free man in his grave "than living as a puppet or a slave", in Jamaica's first feature film. A shame, as Jimmy would make a terrific glove puppet, brandishing his tiny felt revolvers. The soundtrack alone is worth the admission.
Martin Sheen oozes insouciant cool as the James Dean-obsessed rebel (well, psychopath, to be honest) without a cause in this brilliant evocation of bleak 1950s Americana. As is his wont, Tarantino filched the music for True Romance.
Jack Nicholson glowers and Faye Dunaway smoulders in Roman Polanski's torrid homage to film noir; as cool and stylish as its forebears. One of the most upsetting finales ever: it's a family affair.
"Don't give me any of that intelligent life crap, just give me something I can blow up." The Dark Star crew slack off in this hip sci-fi comedy. Director John Carpenter described it as "Waiting For Godot in space".
Ryan O'Neal is half-man, half-automobile, in this action thriller-cum-existential noir, featuring the best car chases since The French Connection. Director Walter Hill siphons off dialogue, back story and love interest, until only the Zen flesh and bones remain.
