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What feels initially like forced comedy reveals itself as an expression of the awkwardness of these troubled individuals and segues into affectionate character-driven humour as the story develops.

Each of the films in all their glory.

The western genre, with its classic cliches, tends to bog down the story.

The boxes are ticked, the buttons pressed. You want happy endings? You got 'em.

The transformation from nice career girl to gun-totin' scum-bag-destroyer is laid on with a trowel.

Another John Hughes wannabe cuddle bunny of a movie, as sharp as butter fudge.

This is the time of year when I want buckets of forced sentiment with my overpriced cola, but this film felt cold despite the lack of snow

Only Firth's performance gives it air. The plot lacks surprise and the humour has been planted in advance.

The fusion of the crime thriller’s grim reality with the otherworldly fantasy of the ghostly confederate army is, for the most part, very effective.

What should be a romantic mush cake, with lemon icing and a cherry on top, is treacle pud, with hot fudge and molasses.

From its first kindlings it draws breath from your lungs as surely and as steadily as it draws your eyes.

Follows a standard rom-com formula and there won’t be anything you haven’t seen a hundred times before.

You'll watch, you'll laugh, you'll have a great time, you'll quote the cheesy lines with your friends afterwards.

The dialogue is sharp, but the mood sombre.

One of the hardest things to find to recommend to people is a good mainstream film, not aimed at children, that involves no violence or untimely death - this is a charming example of that rare breed, may they never become extinct.

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