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"I'm so scared we're going to die down here."

In addition to issues of physical discomfort, the film suffers from an unnecessarily convoluted and drawn out plot in which there's very little actually happening.

Everything about the film is ill-judged, miscast and intellectually anorexic.

Nobody has played uptight this well since Reese Witherspoon as Tracy Flick.

The actor appears in Rezwin’s film to be as shy as he is sensitive.

Allam makes no secret of the fact that, as Ted, he's essentially playing Fry himself, capturing every little vocal tick and expressive nuance.

For sheer style, the film is electric. Demme is incapable of being boring and consistently comes up with surprises.

What elevates the film, despite its problems, is Uzo Aduba's performance in the central role.

If there’s a single word to describe the latest film from Signe Baumane, it’s vibrancy.

Mulberry St. is rich and colourful and utterly immersive.

A bit biased.

DiCillo's dialogue has a cynical bite and the story expands naturally from rejection to humiliation with enormous good humour.

There are deeper moral questions, ones sufficiently metatextual that I in the audience began to feel and fear complicity.

Though the tone is lower-key and much darker than in M*A*S*H, there is still some of the sense of the ridiculous which made Altman’s cult classic so watchable.

The Transporter franchise suffers from some serious engine failure in this too-slickly produced sequel and only just makes it over the finishing line.