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Produced and directed by middle-class white men, the movie crawls through sewage to appear genuine.

Silverstone immerses herself in the character of Cher.

The first half is genuinely nasty, the second degenerates into bloody lunacy.

There are too many clashes of style, as if rookie director Michael Patrick Jann has thrown everything into the pot and stirred.

The film has every quality of a personal story.

The originality of Happy Feet is a genuine surprise. Whether the script will hold the attention of the under-nines is less easy to judge.

The film oozes bad taste like pus from a poultice.

There is something here that strikes home.

The humour is acerbic.

I know it will mostly appeal to comic book fans like myself, but people should give it a chance, if only to experience its style.

The characters have no backbone, the story little credibility or substance.