Skyfall is one of the best Bonds in the 50-year history of moviedom's most successful franchise.

Over all, Neil Young Journeys is a pretty solemn affair, kinda like the man himself.

Two things do redeem the film somewhat. One is the near-uniform excellence of the cast, led by Tatum, who has a compelling, eminently watchable aw-shucks charisma, and newcomer Horn as the cute, concerned sister. The other is the easy, naturalistic flow and ebb of Reid Carolin's dialogue, which gives none of his characters a vocabulary or insights above his or her station.

The Ambassador may be an important, even necessary film; just don't expect to find it enjoyable.

Admittedly, it's been a long time since Kelly McGillis was being hyped as "the next Grace Kelly." But of all the films in all the world for whom the former Top Gun lust object could have done a walk-on, this lacklustre haunted-house feature is the one she chooses?

This little movie – it's only 83 minutes – seems so determined to if not avoid, then only caress the tropes of slacker films that it commits the worst sin for a comedy: It's boring.

Trishna, in short, seems to occur at too much of a remove; it's too fate-filled.

Union Square's biggest flaw is its predictability.

Equal parts biopic, concert film and pep rally, the movie's 105 minutes do a good job of conveying the pleasures of pop, courtesy of the very real talents of Justin Bieber.

The premise (and the promise) here, of course, is that, as the miles pass, the two will be as chalk is to cheese, oil to vinegar, an apple to an orange. And indeed this is what happens. Unfortunately, it's about the only thing that happens.

Virtue aside, however, Red Tails is a lousy film. Not wincingly bad, mind you, just mediocre.

Killer Elite's major problem: motion at the expense of emotion.

Upside Down is no more than one big-budget, gussied-up fairy tale – a topsy-turvy Romeo and Juliet.

The biggest high comes from the images evoked by the title alone, or the title in tandem with the movie poster, doesn't it?