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Ideas of fascism, loss of the soul and post-apocalyptic existence, all ripe for exploration, are given a body swerve in favour of muddled new-age nonsense.

Wonderland? I'm afraid this Alice has gone for a Burton.

Each of the films in all their glory.

One of the most deservedly popular movies in cinema history.

Cinematographer Fransisco Bulgarelli captures the angles perfectly: the theatrical glides, the lingering gaze, the suddenly intimate close-ups on faces when we don’t know whether to expect comedy or violence.

Literary responsibilities and moral ambiguities aside, Beowulf remains a rollicking good story of man versus monsters, full of gory violence, sexy women, heavy drinking, treasure and shouting.

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.

A western for sleepwalkers and dreamers.

The gags aren’t cruel, only palely loitering.

It would be easy to dismiss the film but for the wraparound that packs an emotional wallop hard to forget and justifies the excess that preceded it.

The Hollywood take on magic sporting footwear is the cinematic equivalent of fast food - easily digestible, too sweet, utterly predictable, well packaged, bland and bad for you.

Production designers Manolito Glas and Maarten Piersma do a stunning job with the sets, creating an atmosphere of sleaze and decay which one can almost smell, whilst layering in detail.

A romantic comedy that cuts up cliches and scatters them across the mid West.

It isn't the blatant affronts - the aspects aimed to shock - that upset me, but the fact that the film lacks heart.

This gentle, beautifully made film has an understated sensitivity that runs right through it.

The meandering pace can get tedious at times, but cinematically it's a masterpiece.