IF YOU want eclecticism in your viewing look no further. Easter Monday has thrown up among the chocolate eggs, no pun intended, something for everyone: the romantic, the religious and the incurably brain-dead.
In deference to the season the religious comes first.
King of Kings (World, 9.30pm) is an excellent Biblical epic with Jeffrey Hunter, not really a major actor, doing an effective job in one of cinema's more demanding roles, Jesus Christ. Although Ray Bradbury is not credited he allegedly wrote the narration that is delivered by Orson Welles, a man with a voice that would add dignity to and import to dirty limericks.
The film covers 33 years, from Jesus' birth in Bethlehem through the Crucifixion, Resurrection and Ascension.
ROMANCE rears its pretty head in the form of Barbra Streisand and George Segal in The Owl and the Pussycat (Pearl, 12.50pm). Streisand and Segal go together like The Rugby Sevens and alcohol, there are more than enough laughs and the occasional opportunity to get the Kleenex out. Streisand plays a semi-illiterate prostitute and Segal the pompous intellectual she has a shine for.
FOR the brain dead, there is The Trail of the Pink Panther (Pearl, 2.45pm), which Blake Edwards made after Peter Sellers' death by cobbling together old footage with all the dexterity of a baby elephant with a co-ordination problem. Joanna Lumley doesher best to hold things together, but it does not take long for the joins to show.
Then there is Nausicaa: Valley of the Wind (Pearl, 9.30pm), a cartoon which is every bit as flatulent as the title suggests. A beautiful princess - someone should make a film about an ugly one - lives in a windy valley. But trouble is around the corner.