'Right now ... it's 6 o'clock". Only five words, but they meant so much coming from Jim Hickey, the long-time TV One weatherman who delivered his last "rain generator".

Adam Granduciel is standing in the middle of the stage, hunched over his guitar and stabbing repeatedly at the strings as one final note reverberates around the Powerstation's walls.

Paddington was a creation of the 1950s, but the story of this polite, accident-prone bear from the depths of Peru has translated nicely into the present day.

Pitch-perfect acting and a fine control of high emotion that never slips into treacly sentiment distinguish this small and lovely ensemble piece by writer-director Ira Sachs, who gave us 2008's memorable dark farce, Married Life.

The new film for French cinema's leading lady has nothing to do with the fabled Paris cabaret of the title.

Uwe Grodd chose his words carefully, introducing Auckland Choral's Monday Messiah.

Reggae festival's move to Auckland provides solid but soggy start to the summer festival season, writes Chris Schulz.

Shakespeare for short attention spans, this self-congratulatory “making-of” documentary doesn’t oblige the viewer to do anything so tedious as encounter the text. Indeed, as the title implies, it doesn’t even take us on stage very much.

Reviewer Rachel Bache takes in crooner John Legend's Auckland show.

If you still call yourself a Smashing Pumpkins fan, there's one thing you accepted long ago - Billy Corgan is a bit of a prick. T

Mufti Day is the third album from Auckland-based Dictaphone Blues, and it's the best one yet.

Shakespeare's tale of teenage love is brought to life with an authentic, very contemporary infusion of teenage vitality from the Young Auckland Shakespeare Company.

The Basement's Christmas fundraising tradition is as scruffy and silly as a present wrapped by toddlers using tinsel and a gluestick.

The cool good looks and technical confidence of this self-funded feature belie its limited budget. But they can't compensate for a seriously underdeveloped script.

"It's inexcusable," one of the women in this small but diverting documentary remarks, "for a woman not to have her nails polished and have nice shoes."

Pack the tissues. Although this story of a young woman dealing with a progressive neurodegenerative disease is predictable and emotionally manipulative it's still hard to hold back the tears.

Guns? Knitting? It's still as hard as it always to find a sticking-to phrase that describes the adhesive power of AC/DC when it comes to being glued to their old ways.

It's that time of year, when labels start pouring out Christmas offerings from their stars, best of compilations, and re-releases.

You want them to remind you why they're great. You want them to teach those hip-hop pretenders a lesson. You want them to spit hard and fast over brilliant beats.

After two old-school jazz albums - the acoustic The Poet's Embrace and Vermillion Skies, recorded live in the studio and direct to tape - multi-instrumentalist Haines here reverts to the amalgam of sax 'n' flute jazz.

Here's the problem with Batman right now - he's bloody everywhere. The Dark Knight has just appeared in The Lego Movie, he'll be showing up in the new Batman v Superman film, and there's even a real-life Batman doing good deeds in Japan right now.

We review the final instalment of Sir Peter Jackson's Middle-earth epic, The Hobbit: The Battle of Five Armies.

Friday's Settling the Score Live drew an enthusiastic APO audience to hear what radio listeners had taken to the top of this year's poll, writes William Dart.

I do hope they rescreen Olive Kitteridge. The HBO drama, which finished its four-part run on Sky's SoHo this week, should be made compulsory viewing for anyone with a family, which means, of course, all of us.

It's incredibly cheeky to include on your debut a single that's 3 years old, no matter how good it is.

A very loose remake of a 2008 Argentinean romance which was itself pretty soppy, this story of love in the autumn of life is not without its charms.