If the series wants to become a franchise, a rethink and new blood will be necessary -- maybe Banderas can get mortally wounded in reel one of The Son Of Zorro, passing on the mask and sword to, say, Gael García Bernal.

This has the raw material for a decent rom-com, but the aimless structure and ambiguous tone undermine both humour and romance.

Morally dubious it may be, but this gory melange of torture, terror and darkly humorous depravity appeals to the sick puppy within us all.

The film's chill seeps into your bones like a ceaseless cold drizzle. It also suffers from uncomfortably weird tonal shifts.

A fascinating portrait of a broken rock star picking up the pieces, this misses a few tricks but still entertains.

There are effective moments of dark humour.

A bleak and moving drama with reflective performance from Jack Nicolson.

One of the finest documentaries ever made about the performing arts, this magisterial history of the companies that danced under the name Ballet Russe will enchant dance aficionados and novices alike.

Not quite as dreadful as Resident Evil: Apocalypse, but that's hardly a major achievement.

It's enjoyable and visually impressive, but this is a slender trifle of a film, one which charms you as you're watching it and then is all too quickly forgotten.

The type of movie often described as a fever-dream: weird, offbeat, otherworldly… An experience that also coincides with feeling ill.

Bold and breathless, this trippy, hilarious, know-it-all comedy-thriller will have you reliving its ironic spoils for days, but you'll still be hard-pressed to nail the actual story.

Okay video-dungeon-style horror, a bit marooned on the big-screen but nevertheless murky fun.

A flawed but fascinating (and frequently funny) insight into a culture seldom explored on film from an insider's point of view.

Individual sequences are all impeccably assembled, Rourke's grizzled vet chips in some memorable deadpan dialogue.

Crowe is still a master navigator of swampy territory, and any movie that can warm the heart and tickle the funny bone without selling its soul is to be cherished, warts and all.

A rare film in which the style IS the substance.

It starts off well enough but slowly sinks under the leaden weight of its worthiness.

Provocative, principled and richly detailed, this is compelling stuff. Emotionally it’s a little dry, but as brain-food, it’s absolutely invigorating.

While on the surface very much a girls' film, this ruefully honest picture has something to say to everyone.

A preposterous, steroidal mess.

Painful, funny and beautifully acted, by Jeff Daniels particularly, who gives a career-best performance.

The comedy is never indulged at the expense of the plot, which flies off in genuinely unexpected directions, culminating in a boundlessly inventive funfair chase sequence.

It can be seen for what it is: a well-crafted entertainment that boasts excellent performances (particularly from Dillane) and fully engages the mythology of sport, reminding us that in its transcendent moments, even a tossy one like golf has the power to capture the collective imagination.

The Academy might not be troubled, but at times Into The Blue's wet Hollywood bodies really hit the spot.

If you're a novice, this is a plucky introduction to Whedon's world and the most fun sci-fi of the year. If you're a devotee, this is the magnificent return you've been praying for.

An outstanding film, showcasing a great performance, at once celebrating, analysing and criticising an important writer and his major book. You'll appreciate it more if you've read "In Cold Blood" recently and have seen enough footage of the real Truman Capote to know Hoffman is underplaying.

Not quite as nauseous as its plot might suggest, Little Manhattan is sassy as well as sweet.