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It is impossible to be down on the film when the many songs radiate such wit and style and keep the whole show rolling.

You don't have to like skiing, or care less about the Olympics, to root the hell for Eddie

The film is as refined as toasted frog's spawn, only spicier. It is genuinely funny, which is a rarity these days, and for that be giggleful.

Flawed, but with enough interest to suggest Jake Paltrow may be one to keep an eye out for in future.

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

The subtle sense of humour Irons portrays, as well as superb comic turns from Keith Allen and Simon McBurney as Kafka's impish assistants, strengthens the film's absurdist undertone in keeping with the traces often encountered in Kafka's novels.

Gentle, predictable, slow and safe, with a laudable message.

For all its beautiful editing, he most compelling aspect of the film remains the first-person testimony from 'ordinary' Londoners.

This is a trivial conceit, with a certain charm.

It’s no good having a twisting tale of gangland betrayal if every plot point is reiterated.

The less you see, the more you believe. Chilean born writer/director Alejandro Amenabar, who is still in his twenties, knows this.

Danny Boyle directs with the right balance of tension and wit, never forgetting that violence begets violence as one thing leads to another.

An angry powder-keg of a film, exploding the reactionary myth that under certain circumstances torture can be acceptable, serviceable or even necessary.