MUSIC: Leslie Nuss. The name isn't on everyone's lips - yet. Out with her third CD, Nuss continues to write and sing all your favorite songs you haven't even heard yet. Her past CDs have featured tunes popular on indie stations, like "Ignore you" and the can't-get-out-of-your-head "Wedding Ring", and her latest will surely feature more. Even better, all the ladies in the house will enjoy pictures of this stunner in the CD booklet, styled like a fashion magazine, allowing Nuss, a new mom, to showcase many of her own fashions. Yes, she multi-tasks. Her new, self-titled CD is summer pop at its best, moving from country to 60s pop, with even a new wave twist thrown in for good measure. Best of all, she is already putting finishing touches on CD number four. You can buy any of her CDs at http://www.cdbaby.com/ MOVIES: RED EYE Who knew director Wes Craven had another good movie in him. After so many lousy titles, it's easy to forget that Craven directed the original Nightmare on Elm Street and Scream movies. Now, here he is with a solid non-horror thriller, which he can add to his list of titles to be proud of. Rachel Mc Adams (the Notebook, Wedding Crashers) is a no-nonsense hotel manager, who is befriended on the titular flight by a dreamy eyed Cillian Murphy (Batman Begins). Too bad those dreamy eyes turn threatening when he calmly explains that her daddy (a wasted Brian Cox with dyed hair) will be killed if she doesn't Airfone her hotel to change the rooms of a visiting political figure - so he and his family can be assassinated. Okay, this is all a bit ludicrous, but, at well under 90 minutes, Red Eye, zips along so briskly, that there's no time for what ifs. You just go with it. A proud B movie, Red Eye is simple and streamlined, avoiding the complicated exposition of big budget thrillers, jumping right to the point in every scene. McAdams brings a whole lot more to the exec than a simple workaholic loneliness, and even after the plane lands, the action doesn't flag, creating an exciting and rousing final act. JUST FRIENDS Ryan Reynolds is a fat, geeky teen, who, years later, morphs into Ryan Reynolds - the new version with the muscles from men's' fitness magazines. This version is a whole lot better, except for the fact that when he gained the muscles, he also gained an attitude. Ain't that always the way? Well, I've never let that stop me, but it seems that Reynolds' old teen gal pal, always a secret crush, prefers the nice guy. She probably prefers the muscles, too, but the movie sidesteps that issue. Chris Klein, all rosy-cheeked and sincere, is the guitar playing ambulance driver, who competes with Reynolds for the gal, all while Reynolds inadvertently begins to revert back to his former self. What appeared to be just another gross out sex comedy is actually a rather sweet tale of growing up and accepting your true self. Though, of course, it helps if that self is muscly.