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David O Russell's latest - a shaggy dog mystery with a deliberate air of penny dreadfuls - could do with more straightforward narrative and fewer screwball convolutions.

Not since Sofia Coppola's Marie Antoinette came out in 2006 has any film looked quite so much like a piece of confectionary.

You've seen it all before, but that's its strength. That cranked footage, those desperate eyes, the obscuring sand.

It’s a film which some viewers will find exhausting to watch, hammering home its emotive points rather than letting us explore on our own. Within this, however, there are some surprisingly delicate performances.

This may become a cult movie.

You genuinely feel how much his characters have faith in their gods and their folk tales as an extension of their everyday lives

A further challenge is the credibility of the chemistry - it's in two senses that a flame flickers between the Curies, and in both it convinces.

It's not just sexist, ableist and desperately badly researched, it's also, purely and simply, not very good.

Sergio G Sánchez has lofty ambitions, involving guilt, coming of age and a whisper of the supernatural - but without the emergency brake he is usually offered by whichever director he is working with to rein him in.

More two-dimensional than many of the videogames it borrows from.

The weirdness thrives on understatement