Ian Nathan

A rerun of the first one but satan junior is now a teenager.

Never managing to look more hi-tech or further on from 1987 than, well, Hi-tech trainers, this Arnie vehicle still runs it's bloody course without dropping many gears. A brainless, breathless thrill.

Clint doing roughneck humour with an orang-utan, what's not to like?

Pointless re-make. One of (the once great) Carpenter's worst.

A most fascinating disaster of genre making.

The jingoism is blindingly awful, but by the time of the showdown, the film has descended into an unaware parody of itself.

Unwieldy and flawed, but Stone remains a tornado in an era of airless formula and -- to paraphrase our Ptolemy -- its failings are greater than most films’ successes.

For much of its slowburn build there is a classy, intelligent thriller at work, something closer in tone to The Odessa File. Still, you must remain guarded to how over the top and quasi-horror events will finally turn.

Largely devoid of any charm or intelligence that made other Apes films entertaining, this one should be buried in the Forbidden Zone.

Christopher Walken sleepwalks his way through playing smarmy Nazi geneticist Zorin, where you would think he would have a ball hamming it up as a Bond villain. Indeed, it is a rare moment when Grace Jones makes the biggest impression as an Amazonian (naturally) henchman called May Day.

The CG does its part of the bargain, but even more than the brighter, breezier original this is a pale imitation of Potter.

Although evidently a rip-off — there were hints of Lucas even taking the matter to the courts — this spacebound wagon train, whose limits are readily apparent, is great fun.

It’s juvenilia, straight-up goofballing, but there is a tittering innocence at work here.

Shadowy political trickery is one thing, fabricating an entire NASA mission is near impossible to credit. Get over that and it’s a whole lot of fun watching Hal Halbrook’s — who played supergrass Deep Throat in All The President’s Men — wicked scheming unravel thanks to the gutsy work of Elliot Gould’s tatty hack.

It's mindless entertainment, but its critical and commercial failure doomed the pirate genre to a watery grave.

However exotic the locations and starry the stars, there’s no escaping this is The Devil’s Advocate of online gambling. Fold.

Not even a decent performance from Richard Attenborough can save this disappointing production.

Unfortunately, half the time this feels more like an Omen parody than a chance to give it a great send off.

There were a few sci-fi movies in the 70s that managed to transcend the genre and become fairly well known in the mainstream. This weren't one of 'em and for good reason.

A stunner of unrelenting tension interrupted by action, violence and gore.

Ridiculous premise and hilarious acting which is mostly famous for the Lolita-type Brooke Shields cavorting in tropical settings.

What saves the movie is its relaxed sense of self-awareness. Reynolds all but winks at the audience with his collection of Dick Dastardly sneaks and dodges, but holds onto that winning, hangdog warmth that got him to the top of the pile in the seventies.

A spectacular misfire from a director who should have known better.

Highly-evolved it ain't, but this Stone Age slacker is a lot of fun.