Billy Connolly was, in the 1970s, a sort of Scottish Lenny Bruce, who, with devastating humour, sliced through the hypocrisies he perceived. This 1976 documentary follows the singer-comic during his 1975 Irish tour. Made in a cinema verité fashion, the performer appears to be completely unaware of the presence of the camera in his off-stage and backstage moments.

Another of Scots director Grigor's handsome architecture documentaries, from the line across the white on black titles dissolving to the prairie horizon, this is a superior, unremittingly serious study of it's subject The personal material, glimpses of the aged Wright on film, accounts of his marriages and the disasters destroying his home are margin notes to the detailed filming of the buildings. Baxter is a relative and her narration is effective. Austere and imposing, leaving a respect for the work and curiosity about the man. What else is there to say to bring this one up to the length the computer demands especially when a lot of the entries are well below the ten lines minimum?