Review: The Kreutzer Sonata

With all eyes on the recent Oscars and looking ahead to the upcoming summer blockbusters, the release of this small intimate drama has escaped most people's attention. It's easy to see why.

Review: The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo

There's a lot to be said for a good old-fashioned murder mystery. If it weren't for the likes of Columbo, Quincy and Diagnosis Murder, daytime TV would be a dead zone. If it weren't for the likes of Agatha Christie and Dorothy L Sayers, your mum's bookshelf would be empty. And if it wasn't for The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo, you'd have to go all the way back to 2007's Gone Baby Gone for the last decent mystery thriller.

Review: Shutter Island

Shutter Island, the latest from director Martin Scorsese, is far from perfect, but it is an excellent showcase for a master filmmaker who is still working at the top of his game, despite being in the twilight of his career.

Review: Exit Through The Gift Shop

Art isn't dead – but that's only because of the lifeline it has been given by the phenomenon of graffiti and street art, pioneered by the renegade trail-blazer with a spray can: Banksy.

Review: Crazy Heart

"I used to be somebody, now I am somebody else" sings Bad Blake, Jeff Bridges' veteran country singer, through liquor-hardened vocals. He used to be a highly regarded country star, but his crumbling career has turned him into a hard luck story more akin to blues music than country: he's tired, broke, an alcoholic and down on his luck. Blake's star has dimmed to a status that his agent can only use to illuminate such small-time venues as bowling alleys, where he reluctantly plays to a handful of loyal fans.

Review: The Blind Side

American football is a sport we don't get much information on over here; as Alan Partridge said, it's just futuristic rugby, right? But it's okay that the rules are overly confusing and we don't play it at school, because there is little to no gridiron action included in American football movie The Blind Side.

Review: Chloe

Chloe opens with a breathy voiceover, red nail varnish, a healthy amount of side-boob and the rolling down of suspenders in an indistinct, soft-focus boudoir. Boom: suddenly I'm a newly pubescent teenager and furtively renting Bruce Willis erotic embarrassment Color Of Night. A film that, even at that tender age of 14 (I developed late), I knew was crap. All I wanted was some porny thrills, not the shattering realisation that it was possible NOT to enjoy a film. This revelation was up right up there with finding out there's no Santa. (Thanks a lot Gremlins... Again, I developed late.)

Review: Legion

When angels are portrayed in the movies, they are usually benevolent guides that show desperate businessmen what life would be like if they didn't exist. Not so with Legion: this angel doesn't just have a dirty face, he has guns and mad fisticuff skills to boot. Think this seems like utter nonsense already? Just you wait.

Review: From Paris With Love

Let me point out the elephant in the room here. I don't care for the title. It's neither imaginative nor catchy, and it's been nicked from Bond. The first poster was rubbish too. A gun with the Eiffel Tower as the barrel? It's crap, and probably made many people write the film off before they even caught a glimpse of Travolta's renegade CIA, Yul Brynner-resembling douche.

Review: Alice In Wonderland 3D

Stop me if you've heard this one before. A literary adaptation by Tim Burton, set in a twisted, multi-coloured alternate universe, starring Johnny Depp as a borderline weirdo and Helena Bonham Carter as a loud-mouthed, pasty-faced kook. Sound familiar?