VIDEO Breakdown America has long had a perverse fascination with the behaviour of its less, shall we say, enlightened citizens. Rednecks instil fear in city-dwelling Americans, hence movies like Deliverance, Kalifornia, and now Breakdown. In Breakdown, redneck trailer trash meets Dual as in-transit city slickers Kurt Russel and Kathleen Quinlan encounter J T Walsh and his seedy cousins out on the wide open road in the middle of nowhere. Kurt and Kathleen have mysteriously broken down, and when the seemingly avuncular J T rolls up in his 16-wheeler, Kathleen leaps with unseemly haste into his cab to go and make a phone call for help while Kurt unwisely stays with their brand new motor. Like, wise move guys. Anyway, wife and trucker disappear off into the distance only for Kurt to discover that the breakdown is the result of an electrical wire coming undone. He quickly re-connects the wire and he's on the road again. Within minutes he's at the roadhouse where his wife agreed to meet him but, guess what, she ain't there, and you can bet that none of the cro-magnons supping beer and eating eggs are going to tell him whether she popped in to make a phone call. The bottom line is that Kurt's wife has disappeared. What follows is a gripping, anxiety-filled search for the spouse, but unfortunately her fate is uncovered pretty much straight away. Subsequently, the movie becomes a sort of Mad Max revenge flick as Kurt goes out to run the scum off the road. Could have been a cracker had the producers not insisted on getting action, rather than tension, on screen. BOOKS Making History Stephen Fry (Arrow Books) There is a rumour abroad that there is more than one Stephen Fry in the world. How otherwise could he act on stage, TV and film, write novels and TV scripts, and still have time to perform his ablutions? The answer, of course, is that he doesn't have a regular nine-to-five job to get in the way of all that creativity. He also has an intellect that is as massive and fruitful as a sex-starved bull elephant's scrotum. Fry is witty and informed, a genuine polymath who effortlessly dips into an astonishingly colourful reserve of anecdotes and historical facts in order to enrich his wonderfully pithy prose. In Making History he tackles the subjects of time travel and the birth of Hitler and mixes them together in order to present us with a horrific vision of what the world would have become without the evil little Austrian corporal. Despite dealing in such delicate subject matter as the Nazi death camps and anti-Semitism, Fry always remains tasteful, drawing humour from the pomposity of those in authority and ensuring that the reader never loses contact with the fact that terrible things were done in the middle of the 20th century. Of course, terrible things continue to be done, and part of the message of this book is that it is not individuals, but humanity as a whole that is to blame for evil. No single man could have brought about the Holocaust - he was in need of a nation that was prepared to ignore what was going on and aides who were prepared to support him in his actions. Great entertainment and lots of food for thought. Big Willie Style Will Smith (Columbia records) Young punters may associate Will Smith with movie stardom, but the more elderly amongst the readership will remember that he first came to public notice as the Fresh Prince - rapper, good-time guy, and best chum of DJ Jazzy Jeff. Back in those days, rap was a fun kind of art form. Women were referred to as 'chicks' rather than 'bitches' and you could release a single without the threat of being gunned down by the members of a competing record label. Well, Smith is back to rappin' (taking a well-earned break from being one of Hollywood's hottest properties) and has helped put together a very jolly CD which is unafraid to laugh a little at rap's new hyper-macho image. Smith is a good performer, with a lively sense of fun, and Big Willy Style offers something gratifyingly light and frothy in an art form currently obsessed with 9mm weaponry and angry misogyny.