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Like the bulls that Papi is so fond of, this film is more interested in careering about causing mayhem than dwelling on details.

These are the pigments of luminous cinema.

The cardboard characters' motivations and agendas are clearly signposted, often in unintentionally hilarious ways.

What should simply be a diverting no-brainer is made considerably harder to swallow by the script's shallow handling of some unsavoury subject matter.

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

Screen humour has dropped below the level of funny-ha-ha into an abyss where mechanical failure and humiliation are the stuff of legend.

After messy, overblown mishaps like Gangs Of New York, the maestro of Mean Streets is back. With a vengeance.

You cannot begin to understand what's going on, or not going on

This is an oddity, a curiosity, a mystery not so much in the sense of a religious play but in its intent.

Christian Bale - reduced lately to whispering solemnity in the likes of Dark Knight and Terminator Salvation - gets to really cut loose with Dicky in a performance that is sure to give Geoffrey Rush a run for his money on Oscar night.

It feels like a mid-season episode of one of the interminable slew of acronym-based law enforcement shows.

Instantly forgettable.

This film basically consists of some worried looking people running about a bit and hoping that the bad things will all go away.

Do you care? That’s asking a lot. The answer is not enough. Or, not at all.

A standard formulaic thriller, dependent upon technological gizmos, buddy-buddy performances and a totally unbelievable storyline.

This is as inventive and left field as Being John Malkovich, but with broader smiles and bigger issues.

If Jackson was hoping for ethereal over corny, he’s failed decisively

One of the dullest films about war ever made.

Note for the inevitable sequel: more dragony creatures, sub-world paradox, less John Woo imitation.

Wahlberg, perfect in his role, has fun sending up his macho persona.

A bit biased.

There is no room for quirky individualism, as writer Bill Wittliff shovels on the sentimentality. Even the dialogue is highlighted with italics.

It hardly helps having Mark Wahlberg in the lead. As charismatic as seaweed, he creates a new milestone in minimalist acting. It's called not acting.

Rock Star has the beat. It even has the vibe. But it ain't got the soul.

That's not beer in the Marky Mark fridge, it's testosterone. And he's going to share it with you.

Everyone loves a bit of nostalgia, but you've got to put your heart into it.

In spite of its potty-mouthed shock tactics, Ted is enjoyable fluff, nothing more, nothing less.

The reality of enduring this 165-minute car-wreck is depressing in the extreme.

Jonathan Demme manages to mangle the comedy/romance/thriller genre, because this is not his thing.

Don't be fooled into thinking this is just another buddy-buddy war picture. It is something really rather unique.

Uncharted doesn't break new ground, and doesn't retread familiar territory in a fun way. It's diverting enough, but its crosses and double crosses are all pretty well signposted

This is a tale which rewards the intelligent viewer and, ultimately, has much more to say for itself than the average crime thriller.