n Everyone Says I Love You (12) (Miramax, to rent/buy - #12.99 - from Monday)

I love musicals - not in any camp or ironic way, but simply because of how they can blend the naturalistic and the fantastic like a waking dream, which is pure movie magic. Everyone Says I Love You is Woody Allen's affectionate homage to the genre, whose paper-thin plot (about the loves and lives of some Manhattanites - how'd you guess?) is masked by dazzling set-pieces, great tunes, and the rather arresting and affecting sight of the likes of Tim Roth, Goldie Hawn, and Julia Roberts bursting into song - none is a great singer, but they are all game for a shot. Highlight: a rattling version of Enjoy Yourself (It's Later Than You Think), sung by ghosts at a funeral. Great fun.

n City of Industry (18) (PolyGram, to rent/buy - #13./99 - from Monday)

The city is LA, the industry crime, and the film a lost opportunity. The truly criminal thing about this piece of low-grade pulp is the coasting performance of Harvey Keitel, who mopes about as ageing perp Roy, seeking revenge for his brother's murder. Otherwise: stylish and bloody, but empty as a spent cartridge.

n Fallen Angels (15) (Electric, to rent/buy - #15.99 - from Monday)

Taiwanese director Wong Kar-wai must beware the Tarantino blessing (where low-budget, hand-held, foreign film-makers are taken to LA after Quent mentions he likes them, to have the life-force sucked from them). To his credit, Wong has said he'll be staying in Hong Kong for the foreseeable.

Fallen Angels is a flashy but incomprehensible tale of young Hong Kongers dazzled by the neon lights and desensitised by the vastness and weirdness of the city. Since one is a hitman, we get to see death choreographed like a ballet; Wong's addition to the new brutality is (warning: post-modernist film device dead ahead) to have the ketchup splatter and drip off the lenses. This, and a few other interesting stylistic flourishes, seem thin grounds for calling him (as i-D magazine does) ''the world's most exciting film-maker'', but his big city feels real - full of lonely strangers - and he can (although he doesn't much here) conjure emotion from what appears to be nothing.

n The Relic (15) (PolyGram, to rent/buy - #14.99 - from Monday)

Enjoyably silly piece of nonsense about an ancient South American devil creature loose in a Chicago museum, which, unhappily for them but happily for the viewer, is full of trapped dignitaries who proceed to have their heads ripped off. Tom Sizemore, as a superstitious cop, performs the miracle of making Joe Mantegna look bargain-basement. The dread scientific explanation bears as much relation to science as I do to a South American devil creature. A grisly frightener.

n The Fifth Element competition: the four elements are earth, water, fire, and air. The first correct answers drawn from the postbag were from Debbie Littlejohn, of Pool of Muckhart near Dollar, and Janice Grant, of Kilmarnock; each wins a copy of The Fifth Element in widescreen.