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Infinity War is a clearing of the decks: opportunity for new characters and plots to emerge; opportunity too for some characters to move on.

With a title like this you know pretty much what to expect.

The problem isn’t that we seen it all before – it’s that we’ve seen it all done better. Much better.

It's a stodgy interpretation of something that wasn't that fresh to begin with.

Making sense of explosions on green screen is a tough call

This is filmmaking that paints by numbers and with Key Performance Indicators in mind.

Overall, Guardians of the Galaxy is good fun.

It is in these details, the small objects Jonze provides us with in his film of disembodied desires, that essences become distilled.

Jennifer's Body is a sexy, smart mouthed horror that cannot be knocked for ambition or cleverness.

So riddled with logic gaps, dumb character decisions and simple confusion about how we should view the entire conceit, that the actual genetic recreation of dinosaurs from 65 million years ago starts looking believable in comparison.

It’s nonsense. Tolerable nonsense, but nonsense nonetheless.

The pace is frantic, the colours electrifying and the storyline zippedy-who-dah

Although The Lego Movie 2 is fun it relies on too many throwaway jokes and references, some of which are unfortunately repeated ad nauseum.

The John Ford cliches clang against the Sergio Leone sloppy seconds with the hollow ring of a church bell.

While the film does rattle through these pillars of the underdog sports movie narrative, it does so with an element of class, a helping of humour and a knowing wink.

Maybe its Disney/Pixar have set such a high bar for themselves, but the latest outing, despite all its fairy tale creatures, lacks some of the studio's usual magic.

The concept of being trapped in solitary confinement for the rest of your natural is a goose bump reversal experience

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

It’s a film to be watched late at night, sunken into the sofa with one eye open. And then entirely forgotten about come the morning.

A merchandising rather than mythologising opportunity..

A more than creditable effort by director Chris McKay and writer Zach Dean.

Mylod doles out cliche after cliche - drinks and debauchery in clubs, waking up with Mr Wrong - but never injects enough warmth or humor into proceedings to keep them fresh.

If you've read the paper during the last ten years, you won't get much new insight here.