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Burgundy's ability to survive cockups on an industrial scale is impressive

This is what used to be known in the sixth form lavs as bike shed humour - infantile male gags about the female anatomy, genitalia, show-off swaggering and sexual innuendos, so broad they flatten subtlety and boil boob gags until they pop.

We all at some point in early childhood learn the difference between inanimate objects and sentient beings, but in some secret corner, doubt may linger on.

The humour remains below the waist, dominated by Ferrell’s overbearing machismo

There is nothing glaringly awful about the film, it's just that it's very middle of the road.

The film walks a difficult line between celebrating the genre and mocking it for, essentially, being cash-strapped.

[Curious George] just goes out to entertain and make people feel happy.

Screen humour has dropped below the level of funny-ha-ha into an abyss where mechanical failure and humiliation are the stuff of legend.

Good enough.

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

There's a very clear fondness here for the subject matter.

There's something increasingly bland and uninvolving about this Will Ferrell vehicle which, like him or loathe him, you've got to admit is a kind of achievement.

When it's not in the cringe business the film may turn your stomach

This is either an inspired satire on the state of popular cinema, an ego-trip of mammoth proportions or a bucketful of vomit.

If this footy film was in a league it would be languishing at the bottom of the Vauxhall Conference.

If you're a fan of Will Ferrell films you may find it moderately enjoyable.

The pace is frantic, the colours electrifying and the storyline zippedy-who-dah

Megamind’s developmental path is less about following a cookie-cutter moral compass than it is about good old-fashioned character development.

For once, Allen's muse deserts him.

The script has been tatooed on a fingernail. It is so small, you need binoculars.

Wilson has not one, but two expressions - miserable and embarrassed.

Wahlberg, perfect in his role, has fun sending up his macho persona.

With the exception of the Springtime For Hitler numbers, the melodies are weak and interchangeable, although the lyrics are clever, which is not to say memorable.

A strange, tepid mixture of basketball drama and comedy set in what television and dull popular culture remembers as being the 70s.

A superb testament to inventiveness.

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

The humour is so basic, it doesn't need a spell check.

Will have you laughing until you're sore.

Low-budget charmer shows a different side and range to Owen Wilson.

Greenbaum pinpoints the tension between the hate eating away at parts of US society and the tremendous potential that the country still has.

The humour exaggerates the worst excesses of Saturday Night Live.