Some nice comic beats and a sinister Andy Garcia turn make this far more watchable that the fratty conceit might suggest.

There may not be a laugh every minute, but there are enough to satisfy most devotees of the relentlessly silly, tasteless school of parody.

Double the dads, but half the laughter.

An erotic thriller that's strangely unerotic and devoid of thrills, this is, however, mercifully short at 100 minutes.

Disappointing.

Safe when it's ripping genre jokes word for word, this pallid pastiche never goes for the jugular, the heart, or any other part of the audience, for that matter. It breezes by like the tamest of ghosts, almost unnoticeable.

Timeline takes the most ridiculous movie plot ever imagined and multiplies it by ten.

Despite being anchored by moments of real emotion and good performances from James Purefoy and Imelda May, One And All often feels like it’s taking on water while drifting further out to sea.

Dismal, cliché-ridden stuff.

Despite some impressive woozy visuals and a soundtrack of chart-topping music, there’s not much to recommend this derivative pop-star drama.

Despite some choice improvisations, we're given no running gag as endearing as the first film.

An early but strong contender for worst movie of 2008.

Fans beware - your fave two sci-fi franchises have been stripped of all their guile and maturity.

For crying out loud, Marcus -- all you had to do was have Vikings fight Indians! How hard was that?

Absolute tosh. A ridiculous, unerringly tedious plot is weighed down by listless performances from a cast who clearly wished they were somewhere else, despite the sumptuous locations.

Oldman and Seyfried prove to be the big attractions, but Hardwicke's Riding Hood legend still lacks bite.

On paper, this could have been excellent; as it stands, it’s painful and futile for all involved. Much like the Afghan conflict itself.

There are sparks of solid action amidst the confusion, but Max Landis’ script contains too much stilted dialogue to properly ignite.

Despite the gusto its star brings to the role, it's hard to ride shotgun on Hector's voyage of discovery.

Occasional funny moments but this is very very thin.

An unrewarding experience that won't scare you, but might make you think twice before opening email attachments.

Delve into the story at your own risk, but embrace the unrepentant stupidity of it all and there’s a zen-like joy to be found in this screenvomit of adolescent violence.

Notwithstanding the efforts of a game cast, this is a grotesque miscalculation that disrespects the memory of those who perished in one of the darkest episodes in recent history by turning it into a piece of white-knuckle entertainment.

Don't bother.

A few reasonable action sequences are mired in family soap, making this A Good Day To Call It Quits.

Van Sant's film is cold and the gallery of eccentrics merely come across as vulgar caricatures.

Howard the Duck manages to be two or three types of fun: as a crazy comedy, it has some good risque/sick jokes to go along with its messy slapstick and bland rock music; as a monster movie, it has an outstanding performance from Jeffrey Jones as a scientist-cum-monster and an astonishingly repulsive Dark Overlord of the Universe shows up for the exciting climax.

Perhaps a folly and – Kikuchi aside - too deadpan to be a romp, this is still a decent, colourful samurai spectacle with a classical look (lots of symmetrical compositions) and a story which stands up under multiple retellings.