Adam Smith

As bad as cinema gets.

This is really Sly's movie as he slugs his way through a heartfelt performance and delivers some cracking punches, both literally and emotionally.

This campy extravaganza has it all - heroes, villains, beautiful women and high stakes. Laughably bad and fantastically good all at once, this is a guilty pleasure that everyone can enjoy.

Hard to call something this gratuitous entertainment but certainly lingers in the memory, thanks mainly to the bombast of Stone's script.

Brutal and brilliant.

Ignored for a long time, this film is now impossible to ignore. Mitchum is magnetic.

in the end, Paycheck never quite cashes out.

It’s occasionally sick-funny, but large swathes are unforgivably dull.

The powerhouse of the film is Tim Curry's cross-dressing alien, Frank N. Furter, who would never reach these kinds of gloriously demented heights again.

A perfect example of early Brooks firing on all spoofily comedic cylinders.

Aniston deports herself competently, here showing us nothing she hasn't on Friends, and Bacon is pretty much on autopilot as the company stud but it is Mohr who actually shines, skilfully giving an underwritten role a genuinely deft sense of nobility and charm.

Nothing Landis can do makes up for a limp plot bolstered by distinctly Cannonball Run-ish car smashes and an irritating sprog. And the movie's not even out in the year 2000.

Bart, the bear used in the dramatic attack sequences, gets top billing in the end credit crawl. Which is fair enough, but hardly inspiring.

Top Gun is not so much a movie in the conventional sense as an escalating series of masterfully crafted adverts: motorcycles, aircraft carriers, pectorals and planes all look as if they’ve been shot for a particularly luminous beer campaign.

A deftly directed, superbly acted and occasionally witty biopic which is not afraid to engage with the complexities of its central character.

Apart from an irritating plot glitch this is a solidly entertaining ride, more than competently directed and played.

Heavy but fascinating creepy drama, that lacks pace in the first half but has some genuinely thrilling moments.

Flimsy plot (as usual for Argento) but stunning set pieces and camera work.

Pacino simmers in this daring and brilliantly constructed treatise on the many facets of a crime.

There are effective moments, a dime clutching tot watching an ice cream van plough gently into a garden wall after its driver has a heart attack, gives a stylish laugh, but at the end of the day perhaps a trip to the bar will be more fun.

The Thing is a peerless masterpiece of relentless suspense, retina-wrecking visual excess and outright, nihilistic terror, placing 12 men at an Antarctic station while a shapeshifter takes them over one by one.

Cronenberg's best for a long time -- broad and entertaining enough for those unacquainted with the director's work, but layered with the themes of infection and mutation that have defined it.

Newman is at his very best, and the cinematography is backing him up every step of the way. Must-see material.