Unlike most sequels Lethal Weapon 2 is neither predictable nor conventional. It's just pumped full of juice.

Dire, B-movie cheese throughout, this gives no clue that Pitt - or anyone else involved - could ever have a career in Hollywood.

Morita still charms, Macchio still tightropes between petulence and raw optimism, whilst the fight scenes are competent enough to offset the woeful romantic sub-plotting.

A loud, careering thunderbolt of a bipoic, that leaves behind an imprint of the myth, if not enough of the man.

As before, Lee's acute observation distils humour from accuracy rather than caricature but his growth as a filmmaker is impressive.

Jack Nicholson as The Joker helpfully provides all the colour.

A bold but ultimately doomed effort that will irritate all but cultists of the bizarre and the most rabid fans of Mr. Cage.

There is a great deal of action in Renegades, yet it still manages to be a faintly boring film.

Lovers of no-taste splatter movies will be in hog heaven.

Half-an-hour too long, but still a fun ride.

An immensely enjoyable slice of romanticised fisticuffs, this is a Western in every respect except the stetsons and six guns.

Wonderfully acted by a large cast of star bit-players who were obviously just keen on being in this particular movie - and with Edwards amply making up for his criminal appearances in Revenge of the Nerds and Top Gun.

Badly scripted, hackneyed, cliched, deaf/blind comedy.

Captures the brash boldness of the novel, but not the literary wit. A misguided affair.

The comedy is hit-and-miss but this is a vibrant, watchable movie.

The world can only hope The Swamp Thing's abode is now bulldozered and turned into a shopping mall.

A scabrous, somewhat wayward anti-80's rant that, whilst providing Grant with a few moments of high farce, lacks the wit and social surety of Withnail & I.

Millar's warmth for literary influences continues to buoy his filmmaking, whilst a sturdy British cast and faultless period settings do Dahl proud.

This is actually better than it may sound, though rather less charming than it would like to, and needs to be.

Powerhouse cameos, just enough sauce and extra anchovies that no one will be complaining about.

Highly amusing and well paced, an engaging fairy-tale with a slightly sinister underbelly.

What it's really about is taking a second chance to make good on old regrets and dead hopes. Never mind the baseball, this is one for the heart, made beautifully.

This is simply the finest jazz documentary ever made.

One of the problems is that King usually writes about cliche subjects so well that you don’t notice the hackneyed aspects of his books, and so when all the character detail, precise backgrounding and elaborate plot setting-up mechanisms are pruned away, all you get is a dumb TV movie with characters doing insanely stupid things to prolong the agony.

It's watchable enough in a nothing-better-to-do sort of way, but comparison with a contemporary movie, say, Uncle Buck, shows just how thin it really is.

If you're looking for sophisticated wit keep going, but Major League is pleasant, undemanding fun and the most likely of the baseball movies to hit over here. You don't need to know what they're doing on the field, there are some amusing supporting performances, and everybody likes to see losers make a dream come true.

Initially, the film works well as a tense, teasing suspense vehicle. But one of Dead Calm’s major problems is that it brings to mind ideas and plot similarities from so many other films that you are constantly being reminded of its own rather humble status.