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It doesn’t quite hit the mark, but that’s not to say that it isn’t a pleasant way to while away an hour and a half.

Clips along at a fast enough pace for you to avoid noticing its flaws.

Haggis weaves his tapestry with infinite skill, aided by exquisite performances.

As compulsive as a 40-a-day fag habit.

Initially seems to be another quirkily neurotic chick-flick, but soon reveals itself to be surprisingly good-natured and insightful.

Blandly inoffensive childrens entertainment that lacks creativity.

Dillon makes a fair fist of the role of Jack.

Queer jokes aimed at Mr and Mrs Normal end up in a puddle with yesterday's tulips. Avoiding the pain loses a lot in translation.

Anchored by Anthony Ippolito’s performance – he not only bears a striking resemblance to Stallone, but his physical and verbal mimicry is uncanny.

Ambitious in its attempts to stitch Jack Kerouac’s biography through a patchwork exploration of both cultural and social modern America as related to his seminal book On The Road.

Blatently sexist, the film has a centrefold mentality, with violent overtones.

The narrative manages to balance the personal with the wider world of space exploration while dealing with the issues of domesticity and family demands and the conflicts of pursuing a demanding work arc.

This is not so much a study in stereotypes, courtesy of Jimmy Dean’s legacy, but a love poem to the restless, doomed, anarchic integrity of orphaned hearts.

The film has a great beginning, an okay middle and a stupid ending.

The plot does not stand up to scrutiny and is so full of holes it should sink to the bottom of the Everglades. It doesn't, because it has style.

American comedies are going through a bad patch. Wit is in short supply.