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[Beerfest's] two leads, who, whilst affable and sympathetic, don't really have enough charisma to carry it.

It may be full of wonders, but The Celestine Prophecy is untouched by the miracle of good humour.

The greatest submarine movie ever made.

Ron Howard directs without flair, but with respect for the source material.

The film's real trouble stems from the fact that Lynch just wasn't the right man for the job.

Seldom has passion felt so primed, or sex so explosive.

One of the flaws of Malick’s film is that the main character goes into introspective mode, thereby depriving us of any real insight in to his thoughts.

A simple piece of mindlessly gratifying entertainment.

Interestingly, it eschews the use of drab colour filters to let us know when we’re witnessing flashbacks to the conflict. These are obvious enough, and the fact that they take place in bright sunlight makes them much more visibly a part of the real world.

Atom Egoyan's terrifically paced episodic thriller Remember is hard to forget.

Pity about the storyline. Same old same-old.

It’s hard to argue that this is anything but a love-letter.