aided by a bewildering array of interviewees from sex pistols�* stevejones to weird al yankovic and richlyts sparks�*s century—straddling career, that has spawned 25 albums and seen the maels, whose musical annette recently opened the cannes film festival, crossed paths with everyone from todd rundgren to jacques tati. with such rich history to mind, it's unsurprising that this documentary seems at time to be a grand work of comic fantasy — an elaborate hoax by a film—maker with a sharp eye for a gag and a keen ear for a well—placed pop tune — a perfect fit for ron and russell. but what's most impressive is that the sparks brothers manages to unpack and to preserve the air of mystery that's long surrounded the duo, creating a film that's every bit as dazzling as its subjects. the sparks brothers is in cinemas now. that's it for this week. thanks for watching the film review. i'm off for a few weeks now, but anna smith will be your host for next friday. there they are! frank, follow me! stop her! god, sorry, frank! it's all right, strong form. good evening. it's brought some disruptive wind