The absence of Katamari creator Keita Takahashi is evident in every aspect of this half-baked 'me too' sequel. All of the charm, wit, and musical joy has been hammered down into a big rolling pile of 'meh'. Stick with Katamari Damacy and We Love Katamari instead.

Without a doubt, this chop-sockey fantasy knucklefest remains mankind's greatest contribution to cinema. A good 15 years ahead of the curve, Carpenter successfully melding Shaw Brothers action and mystique with American action-comedy. Where are the Jack Burtons of yesteryear?

Easily Murakami's masterpiece. This lyrical and haunting book explores a man shaken from his mid-life complacency by a mysterious seductress and a hidden world around him. Like a free-form jazz tune in book form, this wandering tale draws you in from start to finish.