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It is a triumph of imagination. The real-life Malkovich is put through appalling humiliations, to which he subjects with grace and humour.

Kelly should be praised to the heavens for his willingness to juggle very big ideas and to engage with the thorniest of ethical questions, taking one couple's seemingly straightforward dilemma and transforming it into a crux of apocalyptic dimensions.

The script has a sense of humour that doesn't dazzle with punchy one-liners, but is consistently witty, without showing off.

As a visual piece of pop video-influenced whambammery, it is perfectly pitched.

Gilliam uses voice over (too much?) to give a taste of the Hunter S style and help explain what on earth is going on.

The acting is ensemble, which means no-one stands out and everyone chips in. Day-Lewis, unrecognisable behind a 'tache wedge, is the most memorable, due to The Butcher being a bigger sicko than anyone else.

What we get insults the intelligence - no one would follow Britt Reid into a donut shop, never mind a life or death battle.

The Holiday is a romantic comedy. You know what that means.

One of the years best and most underrated films.

It all feels too professional, too clean, too choreographed.

While both McGregor and Diaz are watchable enough as a likeable loser and a redemptive bitch, there's never any sense that they're 'made for each other'.

An instant classic and far too good for children.

As the dashing assassin Puss in Boots, Antonio Banderas is perfectly cast, and there is not one moment of his performance which is not worth watching.

All-in-all... it’s merely OK.

The script, like Shrek, is flabby and going to seed.

There is no story that goes deeper than a soundbite.

Every frame is exquisitely constructed, every breath measured.

The film has a great beginning, an okay middle and a stupid ending.

Confusion is the name of what stops being a game because after the first hour it's no fun any more.

The ensemble playing is on a level of communication that hardly requires a script, flowing like sick down the front of a summer dress.

All quite predictable, but glossily done.

Clichéd, predictable and hugely sexist.