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The truth is that this genre mash-up attempt ends up feeling more unintentionally hilarious and hysterical than impressive or refreshing.

There is plenty of gore to enjoy and the visuals are captivating in an artsy cyberpunk kind of way.

It is jaw-droppingly funny, but also somewhat perplexing.

Photographer-turned-director Jake Gavin brings maturity and warmth to his debut feature.

The plot is pants down puerile

As a documentary, the film has to be rated a failure. As an exercise in storytelling, it is more successful.

If you’re sick of Hollywood teen movies that can’t see past the end of their next tube of lip gloss, this Aussie alternative is well worth checking out.

He Was A Desperate Man might have made a better title, as one can only assume that Slater has been short of offers lately.

The Coens' obvious fun in concocting scenes of mid-century paranoia is infectious.

Hairspray is a sincere, thoroughly entertaining romp; bursting with boundless energy, inventive choreography and performances that quite simply delight.

A spirited little film which sustains its central premise surprisingly well.

The film ends up becoming tonally unresolved, stuck a little awkwardly between heart-on-sleeve candour, humour and attempts at creating a rollicking, carefree air of cool knowingness.

A story this damp should be squeezed before use.

Doesn't take itself any more seriously than is necessary to sell itself as a funny stoner flick.

Held together by three impressive performances, with Tyra the standout, Harpoon deftly plays with audience assumptions and sympathies, exploiting our prejudices as each character gradually reveals hitherto unseen depths.

Few films get away with this kind of intensity.

Head Games will make you think again about how you participate in sport.

The movie lives in dreamland and ends in nightmare.

Dolan – in all his incarnations – has proved himself a name to watch here.

Sharply acted all round, evocatively lit in bright Eighties colour, and perfectly paced, Heathers is a technical tour-de-force.

The two time periods are balanced with care although the earlier one with its opulence and lush cinematography from Walter Lassally remains the most beguiling.

The ‘bad guy’ really is the bank itself – or maybe the American Dream, a frothy notion that never had much currency here and is now bankrupt in the face of a recession.

If you are willing to accept that this is an exploratory snapshot that seeks to confine itself to the times it is portraying and leave any consideration of modern-day echoes to the conscience of the viewer, this is a good story, well told.

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

Should we be wishing for a woman to die just so that a man can go to Paradise?

A bright and breezy enough time capsule of a film.

The film rests on an extraordinary physical performance by Jensen.

Highlander cannot be faulted for its boldness, trying to reinvent the genre by dragging it kicking and screaming into the modern age.

One of the many reasons why High Fidelity is essential viewing is how well-observed it is when dealing with love and relationships.

The writing is unanimously superfluous bubblegum dribble. Yet Zac Efron displays a startling magnetic star quality and rises above it.

Most of the filmmaker’s passion, wisdom and wits is packed in the first half, while the second half represents pure “production” of content.

The pacing is agonisingly ponderous: in the screening I attended two ents got up and left.

It’s a bit of lightweight fluff, but it has no pretensions, and its heroes are easy to like.

Where serial killers have elsewhere tended to be treated as powerful individuals, even as heroic in their ability to throw off conditioning, here Mark emerges as a symptom of a more deeply troubled society.

Home certainly screams, sometimes with urgency, sometimes with the strain of a story still too close to its maker.

Premo never imposes an overt framing narrative, but interesting things emerge.

When it's not exciting, it's funny and when it' not funny, it's entertaining.

Katerina Graham is one of those rare individuals worth watching both as a dancer and as an actress.

Stories as good as this are rare.

Sound fades into nothing and the pace slows

The plot flies in and out of lunacy at gasp speed

Teen movies are pushing the lid on the trash can.

There is a sense of living in the moment but for the future, a deep connection with nature and a willingness to face whatever happens together.

An interesting example of technically inventive pastiche.

Dillon makes a fair fist of the role of Jack.

Anime at its very finest - lightning paced, visually stunning, feverishly creative and overrun by a logic all its own.

Robinson makes careful use of movement and perspective to keep us guessing whether the boil is real or a product of Bagley's disordered imagination.

Fast and funny enough to let even its derivativeness take wing – and, as any seven-year-old can tell you, dragons are cool.

There is no tension, no expectation of trouble. Happiness infuses the land