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If, like me, you’re a fully paid-up member of the Boyle fan club, this still has all the things you go to his movies for – imagination, heart, humour and a constant desire to try something new.

The emotions of the characters can barely find any wiggle room.

Scruggs still suffers from the problem that afflicts too many other anthologies - not all the tales come up to the same level in telling the essentially Coen-esque truth over and over.

The thriller element is compromised by pot noodle psychology.

Painfully self-conscious, trying ultra hard to be wacky and repeatedly missing the mark.

Rather than simply turn Tommy into a laughing stock, Franco teases out the tragicomedy of the man.

Unfortunately, things take a turn for the clunky.

Any greater insight into the life of Fuller is most welcome.

The tension leaks interest due to a high cliche content.

The real standout performance is Franco’s.

Makes no secret about trying to be Chinatown, but surprisingly doesn't come off too badly.

This is a curious film, an important film and, in its oblique way, a very funny film.

There is too much of the ring of the academic argument and, especially for a film so concerned with the spiritual, not quite enough soul.

Mark Osborne's gently unfolding palimpsest of a film is a sweet tribute to generations of readers who have been enchanted by the prince.

The harrowing latter half of the film could easily have become alienating, but Seyfried makes it compelling.

In one of the finest performances of his career, Sean Penn is understated to convey finer feeling, yet passionate on the soap box to an inspirational degree.

An uneven mix of kiddie whimsy and intense fantasy.

What you expect from a bunch of stoners, but done well enough so you won't care.

If there's a wish for more in Palo Alto, it's largely because what is here works so well.

The film's principal weakness is that it's so busy being clever at being something else that it forgets to be itself.

In short, this is a great summer movie, spectacular in its realisation, yet resonant in its themes.

If you’ve ever wanted to see a bagel and a lavash engaging in homosexual activity used as an argument for why Israel and Palestine should just y’know, smoke some weed and get on with each other, here’s your chance!

The 12-certificate seems severe. This is a kids movie if ever there was one.

The effects are eye-popping and the look of the film is exquisite.

Whooshing between buildings at high speed over and over again feels like an overdose of Ritalin. The three-way baddie climax is nauseating, unexciting and full of contrivances.

While there is much to admire about Spring Breakers in terms of visual aesthetic and directorial style, those aspects are undermined by a run of the mill narrative not nearly as subversive as it appears to want to be.

Treading a fine balance between self-referential smugness and earnest likeability, the core duo of Baruchel and Rogen get things off to a good start.

Something happens in the courtroom that puts a hammer to the spanner

Overall, this comes across as a movie which has been compromised to death.

Embarrassment and vulgarity are sisters under the duvet

Like spending two hours with a six year old who has just learned a new naughty word.