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Anything Else is a breezy comedy, full of funny scenes and classic Allen one-liners.

On the one hand, Rae's feelings of lust are presented as unhealthy and a product of abuse; on the other, the audience is encouraged to lust over her.

Basinger can't run. Her acting is lame as well.

This is a fantastic chance to see some of the industry's greatest talents at the top of their game.

Distorted probably isn't the stepping stone back to stardom that Ricci needs, but her performance in it demonstrates why she still deserves to be seen as a serious contender.

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

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

Sinister, stylized and sexually-charged.

Potter manages to imbue Suzie's story with a feeling of anticipation, as if her life is fresh and innocent.

This is a film that defies logic.

Construed by some as a blatant feminist sympathy trip, Theron's performance is a tour de force, picking up Jenkins's contentious baton with extreme gusto.

The whole film hinges on Ricci’s performance and as such it provides a means for her to demonstrate that she’s still got what it takes.

Ricci captures the ruthless spirit of a selfish one-tracker with unapologetic enthusiasm.

Waters' targets are tame and easy to hit.

As a modern fairy tale Penelope has a gentle touch, and while flat in places it's definitely more silk purse than sow's ear.

Hollywood loves this kind of figure and occasionally this film falls into the familiar trap of overplaying his heroics, but Walken himself is solid throughout.

Viewers who are still awake after the first 20 minutes will be bludgeoned into unconsiousness by the the film's heavy-handed morals of unconditional love and family transcending blood relationships.

At a time when ghouls have been relegated to cereal packets, Burton resurrects an Edwardian fascination with horror.

As the shiny roadsters perform death defying stunts to get to the chequered flag, I defy the greenest carphobe not to feel their pulse racing.