BOOKS Blood Relations. Jeremy Bamber (Penguin) Sometimes truth really is stranger than fiction. The case of Jeremy Bamber would be barely credible had it not actually happened in England in the 1980s. Bamber, a man gripped by money fever, grew tired of waiting to inherit his father's legacy. One fateful night he took a .22 rifle and shot his sister, her two young children and his own adoptive mother and father making him the sole heir to the Bamber fortune. A much dreamed about Porsche would finally be his. Bamber tried to make the multiple murder look as though it was carried out by his sister who then turned the gun on herself and committed suicide. But a series of blunders led him to be sent to prison for life. Bamber is still behind bars. But did he really carry out the killings or was he framed by a group of jealous relatives keen to get the Bamber money as he maintains? It is also what author Wilkes suggests as a possibility, but even he seems unconvinced. The evidence against Bamber seems overwhelming, and even though the judge at his trial summed up in favour of the prosecution, one can't help but feel that justice was done. This book is well researched and riveting until the final chapter when Wilkes' prose starts to verge on the florid. But when sticking to the facts, Wilkes has a sort of terrier-like determination to uncover all aspects and angles of the story. VIDEO Ten Rillington Place. When you see Sir Richard Attenborough in an embarrassing cartoon character role such as the one he had in Jurassic Park, it is easy to forget he was once a top-notch thespian. He is at his very best in 10 Rillington Place as Reg Christie, the psychopath who gassed and strangled women before raping their still-warm corpses. Too horrible to be real? Afraid not. Like Blood Relations, 10 Rillington Place is a true story. Attenborough's performance is superb. He is virtually unrecognisable as the noisome creature who used others' ignorance to manipulate them with pseudo-scientific terminology. Playing opposite Attenborough is John Hurt as Timothy Evans. This is British cinema at its very best - moody, gripping, tragic in a suburban kind of way, and unmercifully realistic. A real classic. LASER The Basketball Diaries. A self-indulgent film adapted from a self-indulgent book. Jim Carrol's infamous memoirs tell the story of a youth spent poppin' pills and shootin' up. Flavour-of-the-month Leonardo DiCaprio stars as the errant schoolboy Carrol who also plays in a hot basketball team and likes writing bad angst poetry. Of course, Carrol got published, not because his teen poetry was particularly good, but because he was particularly lucky. MUSIC V Inside Out. MC Hammer (Giant) MC Hammer no longer sells that many records. This is no surprise. What is a surprise is that he ever sold lots of records. Listen back to any of his monster hits. Just for the sake of argument, put U Can't Touch in the CD player and see how you feel about it. Absolute rubbish, isn't it? Well, the Hammer's on the comeback trail (again) and I'm sad to report he is no better. This seriously unremarkable collection of songs should leave all real rap fans absolutely cold. Hammer may sing more about the black experience than he used to, but he probably only does so because he was told it sells well these days. This shameless profiteering only just about qualifies as music. Southpaw Grammar. Morrissey (RCA Victor). My feelings for Morrissey ebb and flow like the tide. Sometimes I find him enormously witty (generally when I am depressed), sometimes I find him a whingeing bore (generally when all seems right). What is absolutely certain is that he is very limited musically. He is a great writer of lyrics, but not a particularly good writer of tunes. A Morrissey song will generally consist of a rather shapeless melody warbled over a somewhat predictable chord progression. It explains why he is a much lesser force without Johnny Marr. Southpaw Grammar is pretty standard post-Smiths Morrissey - plenty of lamenting but little real genius. Fans won't mind though as he will always be precious to those with a perennially heavy heart.