Vanessa-Mae was once a remarkably talented little girl who might easily have become the Asian equivalent of Anne-Sophie Mutter. Instead, her adult managers decided that she should pose from some Lolita-like images in a wet T-shirt. She has never been taken seriously as a musician since, but this has not stopped her enjoying multi-million record sales, and having a hugely successful world tour last year. Successful in the sense that lots of people came to hear her play her electric violin in places like London, Moscow, Dubai, Seoul, Beijing and here in Hong Kong as part of last year's re-unification celebrations. Those of you who missed this last date get the chance to see the act in Vanessa-Mae: Storm On World Tour (Pearl, 8.30 pm). It is the usual mix of pop classics and classical pop - when she talks about her musical influences she is more likely to bring up the Bee Gees than Oasis or Puff Daddy. And she also wears a very small dress and dances around a lot, more in the manner of a Spice Girl than a virtuoso. No-one can doubt that she has energy, enormous technical ability, and a certain showbiz flair, but sometimes she sounds awfully young for her age. When a colleague here asked her about the reaction to those famous wet T-shirt images that really launched her three years ago, she was apparently unable to realise just what kind of market her promoters were aiming at. 'It always perplexes me when people say it is a sexy image because it tells you more about adults. How can you find a 15-year-old sexy in that way?' By calling their movie Unforgettable (Pearl, 9.30 pm) its makers really were asking for trouble. Although this sci-fi thriller is competently done, there isn't much that is likely to remain in the memory after the credits have rolled. Ray Liotta plays a doctor accused of murdering his wife. Luckily a lack of evidence means he is not forced in to Richard Kimble-like flight. Instead he has to suffer an even worse face, to carry on living and working in a community that thinks he got away with something. The only person who knows for sure who killed his wife is, of course, his wife, and when he bumps into a good-looking scientist who thinks she has worked out a way of tuning in to the memories of rats by extracting their spinal fluid, he gets an idea. Why not inject himself with his late wife's spinal fluid and see if he can retrieve memories of her final moments? Even if it works, this obviously isn't going to be much of a defence in the court of public opinion, but such attention to logic is not a strong point in this film. At times it isn't so much Unforgettable, as Unbelievable.