New on DVD

The last couple of years have seemed like a continuous victory lap for Mariah Carey. Following the flop of her film "Glitter" and her conspicuous public breakdown, Carey and her team of advisers took stock and prepared a comeback that, to date, appears to just keep coming -- in the form of hit singles, videos, magazine covers and, of course, a world tour in support of the megaplatinum album "The Emancipation of Mimi." That tour, and all the blinding glitz that attended it, is chronicled on this DVD, which appears (none too coincidentally) in conjunction with the release of her brand new album "E=MC2."

As anyone would expect, Carey is styled to within an inch of her life on-stage. Costume changes, lighting effects and a retinue of dancers and musicians (including special guests like Boyz II Men on "One Sweet Day") gather around to provide the diva treatment. She's also clearly a very hard worker, giving her all throughout 19 stylistically various hits (from "Butterfly" to "Hero" to "Don't Forget About Us"). It's possible that the camerawork and editing are slightly overfrenetic, though they remain in keeping with high-budget concert videos of their ilk. And, like all concert videos, "The Adventures of Mimi" is a nicely packaged souvenir for devoted fans. The extras, including a karaoke short directed by Spike Lee and a tour "documentary" that offers few surprises but decent access, are generous and well put together, too.

Any way you slice it, the biopic is a tricky genre. Either you go for the deconstructionist approach (like Todd Haynes' bold failure of a Bob Dylan dissection, "I'm Not There" -- also out this week) and risk alienating people who like to keep things simple, the revisionist approach (like Oliver Stone's ludicrous Jim Morrison hagiography, "The Doors") and risk alienating people who know better, and the straightforward, four-on-the-floor, meat and potatoes (and linguini) approach of this 1992 miniseries, and risk alienating anyone who knows the difference between a TV actor and Old Blue Eyes himself. The ultimate problem with the biopic: How are you gonna make a movie about Frank Sinatra when every man, woman and child now living (and certainly living 16 years ago, when he died) has a crystal clear image of what Sinatra looked, sounded and acted like?

Perhaps surprisingly for a network TV effort, "Sinatra" makes a decent effort, focusing on the story of his rise from the back streets of Hoboken, N.J., to Hollywood's silver screens and Las Vegas' biggest big rooms, and, more importantly, the songs that formed the soundtrack to his life and career as a combination tough guy and secret softie. The 14 songs represented here (nice that they didn't drop in double that number, which they obviously could've -- the songs feel somewhat curated, hits though they are) kind of tell the whole story. There aren't 10 recording artists who left behind the kind of musical legacy that Sinatra did. This miniseries goes some distance toward showing you how and why, but mostly gets out of the way to let Frank swing.

There were other punk bands, to be sure. Some were smarter, some were trashier, some were even "punker" -- whatever that means. But whatever could be said about the Clash, one could never say there was a better live band, as this stunning DVD demonstrates, in case there were any doubts. Director Don Letts has made a lifetime out of repackaging and recontextualizing the footage he shot of the Clash during their incredible run from 1977 to 1982, when they went from assembly-line punkers handpicked in the wake of the Sex Pistols' unexpected success to stadium-filling megastars. No matter how shaky the camera in the early days, and no matter how obvious the clichés later on (see Joe Strummer's self-parodying mohawk at Shea Stadium and U.S. Festival shows supporting "Combat Rock"), the band's visceral, brutal energy sears through the screen and into your brain. Strummer, the coolest, toughest front man imaginable, seems likely to burst out of his skin, while Mick Jones bounces around like a foul Tigger trying to keep up, as the two of them spit the words to Clash-ics such as "I Fought the Law," "I'm So Bored With the U.S.A.," "London Calling," "Train in Vain," "The Guns of Brixton," "Should I Stay or Should I Go" and many more. Many Clash-related DVDs are available, but this one is essential.

There comes a time in every music fan's life when the next generation of rock band rises up to become so massively popular that the fan wonders what he or she must be missing. It's not simply a question of not liking the music -- we all have bands we don't care for -- it's a matter of lacking the capacity to even understand how anyone could like this artist, of failing to grasp the appeal, even theoretically, of songs like this. This is called getting older, and, for many of us, the emo band Fall Out Boy (their name comes from a "Simpsons" episode) represents the ultimate gap between us and our lost youth.

This DVD, I regret to inform, err, myself, will do nothing to clarify the band's appeal. Shot live last year on the -- wait for it -- Honda Civic Tour, the show provides the hits we've heard on the radio and TV (including "This Ain't a Scene, It's an Arms Race," "Dance, Dance," "Sugar, We're Going Down" and others), and a bunch more only true fans will ever want to hear again. Emo kids are in full effect, as are the band members' trademark eye makeup, long-waisted fake preppie fashions and hyperactive onstage demeanor. Singer/guitarist Pete Wentz cuts a baffling figure as a romantic front man -- not much of a singer, and prone to facial contortions that make you want to look away. If you're getting on in years, that is. I accidentally sat on the mute button at a certain point, and realized I was watching a band of lean, basically attractive 22-year-olds jumping around like dorks on a stadium stage while a light show flashed and popped all around them and thousands of teenage girls (and a few boys, too) lost their hormonal minds. That's when I realized: It's only rock 'n' roll. I just like it better with the sound off.