Bernard Hopkins gets into festive spirit, Audley Harrison hands over his Prizefighter trophy and David Haye works on his reach

David Haye extends himself to punch the head off a cardboard cut-out of Nikolai Valuev. Photograph: Steven Paston/Action Images

Like the round Willie Pep is supposed to have won without throwing a punch, nothing is as it seems in boxing …
Take Carl Froch and David Haye. Normally clever with their words, they didn't quite get it right this week.
Haye is running out of nasty things to say about Nikolai Valuev, whom he now considers not just "ugly" and "hairy" but "smelly". At yet another press conference for a fight that doesn't happen until 7 November, he took more cheap shots at an opponent who is plainly a decent man – and it made headlines, of course.

Haye doesn't hate Valuev, although he wants to.

But the real story is: what is Haye doing in...

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More often than not, Quentin Tarantino is like a very able boxer who throws the same punch time after time. After the first, second, and third haymaker — one can predict what the fourth and fifth and sixth will be. As an opponent of Tarantino's, I thought I had him and his latest film, the WWII-set Inglourious Basterds, pegged as just that — another wild haymaker. But just another haymaker it is not. Inglourious Basterds is, instead, a precise jab to the nose, a swift uppercut to the chin, and a brain-rattling hook to the jaw. It's Quentin Tarantino's knockout punch. And it lands hard. Read on for Brandon's review!

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