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• CSI: Crime Scene Investigation - Complete Season 3 - Amazon.co.uk Exclusive | DVD | (26/07/2004) from £N/A   |  Saving you £N/A (N/A%)   |  RRP £59.99

  Now firmly established as one of the top-rated television dramas, by its third year CSI: Crime Scene Investigation is a show positively glowing with confidence. Even when individual cases seem either too contrived or too easily resolved, the indefatigable night shift at the Las Vegas PD crime lab always look the part, solving conundrums and discovering microscopic damning evidence while, apparently, never shedding their own loose hair or skin cells all over the supposedly quarantined crime scenes. In reality, Catherine Willows' flowing blonde locks would contaminate any evidence she collected, but in the world of CSI only the bad guys leave body parts behind--the CSIs themselves are so good they're positively pristine. The 23 episodes of season 3 on this five-disc set present more deliciously bizarre situations for the problem-solving sleuths: cannibalism, snuff movies, dwarfs, death while drag racing, bodies falling from the sky, and various dismemberments all tax the team's acumen. These are all double or multiple-case episodes, though in a characteristic trick of the writing sometimes apparently unrelated murders turn out to be connected (or vice versa, as in "Blood Lust," in which a road-accident victim is not what he seems, and the death of the driver at the hands of an angry mob is made all the more tragic). The mix of genuine forensic science with the glossiest Jerry Bruckheimer production values, plus the virtues of a good ensemble cast headed by William Peterson's modern-day Sherlock Holmes, remains as compelling as ever. --Mark Walker

• Maddigan's Quest | DVD | (07/08/2006) from £N/A   |  Saving you £N/A (N/A%)   |  RRP £12.99

  In a strange post-apocalyptic world the city of Solis is the centre of human civilisation. But dark forces are at work in Solis. There are rumours of spies and betrayal. And the city is cut off from the solar cells it needs for power. Without power Solis is doomed. Solis' only hope lies with Maddigan's Quest; a circus troupe that travels the dangerous shifting roads of their world visiting outlying communities performing entertaining and telling stories. At the heart of the tr

• The Jam - Transglobal Unity Express | DVD | (18/08/2008) from £20.00   |  Saving you £-11.01 (N/A%)   |  RRP £8.99

  On the 21st of March 1982 a Sunday night at the Bingley Hall in Birmingham five cameramen wisely anchored their cameras to pillars to avoid the crush of 5000 fans and waited in mounting and nervous excitement to capture the power of The Jam. Tracklisting: 1. A Town Called Malice 2. Carnation 3. Precious 4. Ghosts 5. Move On Up 6. Private Hell 7. Pretty Green 8. Trans Global Express 9. The Gift

• CSI: Crime Scene Investigation - Complete Seasons 1-3 (Amazon.co.uk Exclusive) | DVD | (23/08/2004) from £N/A   |  Saving you £N/A (N/A%)   |  RRP £159.99

  Murder, and its tale-telling aftermath, is the compelling subject of CSI: Crime Scene Investigation. Since its inauguration in late 2000 CSI has been a ratings triumph, spawned two spinoffs (CSI: Miami and CSI: New York and positioning itself for long-term success. Creator Anthony Zuiker's foolproof formula was established early on, bolstered by a fine ensemble cast and requiring minimal tweaking as the seasons progressed; its Las Vegas-based "criminalists" eventually became "CSIs" steeped in the scientific minutiae of forensic investigation, but the series arrived essentially intact, with an irresistible (and seemingly inexhaustible) supply of corpses and the mysteries that surround them. Influenced by the graphic precedent of movies like Seven and Kiss the Girls, CSI matches morbidity with dispassionate methodology; viewers are so fascinated by the investigative process that they're unfazed by intimate autopsies and internal (i.e., digitally animated) views of traumatized flesh, bone, and sinew. While keeping abreast of cutting-edge technologies, CSI combines the ingenuity (and fallibility) of villains with the appealing humanity of its heroes. CSI director and entomologist Gil Grissom (played by series co-producer William Petersen) is introverted but ethically intense; he's both mentor and moral compass for his night-shift team, including a former stripper-turned-CSI (Marg Helgenberger); a recovering gambler (Gary Dourdan); an eager ace (George Eads) with room for improvement; a workaholic (Jorja Fox) who can't always remain emotionally detached from her cases; and a chief detective (Paul Guilfoyle) who's a necessary link to police procedure. Like The X-Files, CSI supports its characters with feature-film production values, employing a Rashomon structure that turns murder into a progressively accurate study of cause and effect. Script quality is consistently high ("Blood Drops" and "Unfriendly Skies" are exceptional), direction is slick and sophisticated, and the mysteries are complex enough to invite multiple viewings. Despite a regrettable shortage of DVD features, CSI remains addictively worthy of its lofty reputation. --Jeff Shannon

• Faster Pussycat... Kill! Kill! | DVD | (28/03/2005) from £N/A   |  Saving you £N/A (N/A%)   |  RRP £15.99

  Russ Meyer's ode to the violence in women... Welcome to the world of female violence. Meet the sumptuously sexy Varla played at full throttle and with well-upholstered relish by the half-Japanese half-Cherokee Tura Satana. She's having a lovely time with her two go-going pals dancing the Watusi in a sleazy bar packed with leering jeering macho-men. And after a hard day's grooving what better than a drag race in the desert? So it's off we go hurtling across the California sands as we follow the trio of homicidal go-go gals hell bent on wreaking revenge on all things male as they embark on a desperate desert drive-thru taking a bikini-clad wimp hostage and leaving a trail of human wreckage in their wake. Filmed in glorious black and blue Faster Pussycat has been hailed as ""the best movie ever made"" and a ""definite Desert Island Movie"". Celluloid proof that Russ Meyer is a complete and utter cult.