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The perfect heist? Yeah, right! Rather, in terms of logic, a perfectly haphazard xth variation on the bank robbery. Logically leaky both in the point of the action of the robbers, however spectacular, and in the actions of the bank boss (who was he saving the compromising materials for?). The fact that Spike Lee once again stood his ground is a poor excuse. I was pleased with his subtle political allusions, although they were not nearly as strong as Norton's confession in 25th Hour, I was pleased with his sense of black humour, and although the film moves along briskly and doesn't get boring, I definitely expected more from a filmmaker with such a big name than just a wannabe spectacular and contrived story.

A bloody morality play based on a script by Nick Cave. I'm very fond of this musician, poet and occasional Renaissance screenwriter, and as the splendidly grizzled and dirty Guy Pearce rides through the impressive Australian landscape accompanied by a whispering voice, it's impossible not to feel the touch of Cave's poetic soul. Even a few interesting dialogues indicated who the author was, but the story needed some more work. It is too simple and predictable. After the final slaughter I felt absolute emptiness, unpleasant feelings and no need to watch this unusual bloodbath again. Still, I recommend it, such a rough and unconventional film hasn't been in our cinemas for a long time and it's worth making up your own mind about it.

Jackie Brown aside, this is probably Tarantino’s icon Pam Grier's most famous film (reaching a certain cult status in the US, see some overseas polls). Here, she’s a nurse who, after her younger sister overdoses on drugs, decides to put an end to the drug dealers in her town. Blaxploitation AF. 1970s atmosphere, a big black afro and stylish music accompany her journey of revenge, with a loaded shotgun, a blown brain here and there and some memorable scenes. There’s an unforgettable moment with a crazy car ride dragging a condemned man to death on a rope, and the magnificent battle between several women, when Grier hides razors in her afro and surprises her rival, who decides to pull her hair. I believe this film must have made Tarantino drool with joy.

I would never have believed, but Hallström took on this unusual and joyful subject with the same bravado as Casanova took on women. A light-hearted and irresistibly playful film with a great ensemble of actors. It doesn't try to make the viewer laugh at all costs with cheap humour, but just pleasantly winks at them "Look how I don't take myself seriously at all". Fat Platt, the women in period costumes, the pleasant classical music and the atmosphere of 18th century Venice are to die for (I don't mind the weaker special effects some users here complain about). Perhaps it's just that Ledger lacks the right sparkle that the most famous seducer of women of all time should have, and wouldn't hold up compared to some of his acting predecessors.

It's definitely not a crazy romp, and doesn’t have the smart witty humour of the About a Boy type (I laughed about twice), and I didn't even think that this particular comedy had any traces of bizarre frat-pack humour. But the performances of all the cast, who were all beaming with how much they were enjoying their shooting days, the very pleasant romantic line with the perfectly working chemistry between Wilson and the lovely McAdams (1* for that one alone), and the fact that the story only occasionally slipped into awkwardness (the old mum's troubles), were all enough to give me a pleasantly amused smile that never left me throughout the film. It made me purr in satisfaction like a cat by the fireplace.

It's as if I've gone from a four-star restaurant called Singer's, serving chicken medallions in cheese batter, Sacher cake for dessert, and 2004 Chardonnay, to a perfectly functional fast-food chain called McRatner, with a triple burger and a Coke. You might eat at both places, but you'll have a different experience, not to mention the memories you'll take away.

The comparisons are unavoidable. This film is like a poor man’s Taxi Driver, but lacking the depth, urgency and bleakness, as well as the believability of the main character's transformation into a man determined to commit the most horrific act. I understood De Niro more in Scorsese's opus. However, I won't deny that I got a big chill at the final emotional climax and I would never have believed that Sean Penn, the big guy and the rebel, could play a downtrodden nobody so brilliantly.

An unpretentious, non-clichéd, thoughtful story that gently encourages perceptive viewers to find "their own thing". I'd love to have the world-class rocker McDormand as a friend....

A painless enema with Harrison Ford, who in the next Indiana Jones will fight with a nurse in a nursing home for not emptying his bedpan...

An engaging, content-rich documentary that would have benefited from a slightly less uncritical view. Supermen exist only in fairytales.