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Produced and directed by middle-class white men, the movie crawls through sewage to appear genuine.

The narrative is paced with the urgency of a thriller.

It’s the central relationship between mother and baby which forms the most interesting part of what is otherwise a fairly straightforward ghost story.

David O Russell's latest - a shaggy dog mystery with a deliberate air of penny dreadfuls - could do with more straightforward narrative and fewer screwball convolutions.

The film never seems to want to end.

No film by Herzog has ever been so defiantly mainstream – and yet at the same time this remains one of the director's craziest, most outlandish affairs.

Like a mutant monster, barreling out of control and straining to contain its own shifting form.

The way the plot manipulates every worst case scenario is fiendishly clever. Seldom has an ensemble cast meshed so effectively.

One for fans of unconventional love stories and those who seek out something other than the classic Hollywood ending.

The script is well layered and clearly is designed to secure repeat viewings.

The film itself has a fluid identity, part will they/won't they romance, part mystery and part unsettling thriller.

It’s ironic that a film about a family who have built a perfect facsimile of a life for themselves should feel so overly constructed itself

Dangerously thin on purpose

I have to give credit for The Flash understanding it is derivative, repetitive, even repeating elements of its opening for comic effect.

The beats of Hester's conflict with the freeholders are hit but they lack emotional depth.

Some of the plot twists strain believability but Ross has a tight hold of the film's emotional drivers, mixing moods like a heady and dangerous cocktail so that a disturbing tension builds.

Don't let Knoxville's Jackass pedigree put you off - he can be subtle as well as gross.

As a whodunit, the film is fun and forgettable.

Despite Nichols’s softly-softly approach, the film packs a powerful punch, constantly reminding us of just how recent these historical injustices are.

A sublime family thriller

There may not be much beyond the surface, but it's a fine surface

It is commendable that Gerard Butler, director Marc Foster and writer Jason Keller have tried to bring the issue of child soldiers to as wide an audience as possible - but though its heart may be in the right place, it never finds a steady rhythm.

The first two acts are so strong, it's almost a shame that the invasion plot arrives, and things start blowing up real good.

In Nichols' world, understanding isn't taught but something that comes with experience.

This is brilliant.

Addressing the occult through online communication is a wonderful way to explore a form of horror focused on the exchange of ideas.

It relies on often clumsy exposition, a common construction of "only if X" with a cut to "X has happened" leaves one asking "why?".

This is a study of bitter, sorry people hurting each other using ancient memories, propelled like bullets via the power of fiction.

Not so much From Here To Eternity as From Here To This Time Next Week, which is a terrible waste.

The real strengths of this picture lie in the zippy camerawork and asphalt-shredding location work, the sheer speed at which Manhattan moves tangible in every frame.

Winslet delivers her lines with scalpel-like precision. DiCaprio plays off her with the fire of a young Brando.

There's a wham, bam, thank you, man, quality to this music biopic that makes it a pleasurable rock rush that's easy on the eye, even if it fails to do much more than skate the surface of the band of its title.

The posturing and overly theatrical nature of the delivery is going to make or break the experience for many.

Hawkins has waited decades for a role like this, in which she can fully exercise her talents.

The slow-burning Arkansas vista is beautiful and harrowing at the same time, a panorama interrupted only by tractors dotting the horizon, but one where a car parked in the wrong place can attract a mob of pitch fork bearing men.

An astounding film.

Confusion is the name of what stops being a game because after the first hour it's no fun any more.

If there is one word to describe World Trade Center it would be 'reverent'. If it wasn't so well directed, so well acted, so well edited, Stone might be accused of going soft.

Danner...does an excellent job with the material she is given and makes very clear the fact that her character is losing her memory, not her mind.