In the dubiously grand tradition of B-Movie outrageousness comes the cult-classic-in-waiting, Iron Sky.

You know the story: Old-school superheroes come together, form 'super group', beat up bad guy, keep folks happy. Well, this has echoes of that.

Most of us have wished we were Bruce Lee at some point in our lives. This new doco helps us get beyond the imagination and understand why Lee, who died at 32, is so iconoclastic.

If Dinosaur Jr., Teenage Fanclub, and Broken Social Scene had a baby with an Australian accent it'd be called Bearhug.

Would've loved to have been sitting at the kitchen table when Nick Cave turned to his bedraggled, bearded mate Warren Ellis, clapped him on the shoulder, and asked if he wanted to make a cosmic clash of classic rock and classic-al.

Louis Theroux, surely TV's most affable and engaging provocateur, is back with a DVD of his most recent excursions into the lesser-trod alleyways of human society. 

In the right hands sushi is the apogee of humankind's culinary creations. Eighty-five-year-old Jiro Ono has the right hands.

Few 2D artists exhibit their process in the final piece as eloquently as South African artist William Kentridge; the life-like movement he gives to his charcoal drawings makes them instantly recognisable.

This slick, new Norwegian crime caper is part of a new wave of Scandinavian crime fiction winning massive audiences.

Photographer Bill Cunningham rides a bike around New York taking pictures of nice outfits for a living. It's not a bad deal.