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Feels like a not-terribly-good ITV drama.

We feel rather as if we're watching Springtime For Hitler but with real gas chambers.

Brody's concentrated performance, as a man who may, or may not, be going out of his mind, creates a tense, claustrophobic atmosphere that pervades the film.

Wadlow's sequel flails about like a bar room drunk in a brawl - despite hitting out in all directions, very few of its punches strike their target.

Everything seems predictable, dealing as it does with stereotypes, and yet you appreciate the effort.

For exuberance, inventiveness and gut-spilling humour, Guy Ritchie's debut takes some beating.

If you were a fan of Blur, Oasis or Radiohead, there is much here to like and relate to.

It's one of those rare seasonal films that really can entertain the whole family.

No quickie run-through of plot pointers can do justice to the exquisite look of The Mother.

Many of the performances outshine expectation.

Unashamedly low budget, it focuses on good acting in claustrophobically tight sets.

Set Fire To The Stars never quite catches, but that's not to deny the chemistry between its leads or the artistry of its approach.

Despite showing a lot of directorial potential, the film is let down somewhat by its story, as Thorne forgets that an audience, like the scouts, need to be prepared for plot developments if we are to fully accept them.

There are issues here and there are positive messages if you care to look, but the darkness before dawn lingers like a late mist and subplots tend to remain unresolved.

It's refreshing to see a British film that aims for the freewheeling, semi-improvised feel of Scorsese's Mean Streets.

The perfunctory plot is much less of a serious crime than The Sweeney's worst offences, however - that it feels dated and, for all its surface gruffness, pretty daft.

A self-important, prosaic and ill-defined artistic tableau.

Delivers in spades what the first film only hinted at.

Offers far more visually than it does narratively.