Cosmopolis may be a mess, but it’s still something of a glorious one, and for those willing to take the ride they’ll have ridden shotgun in a journey they’re unlikely to forget anytime soon.

The Expendables 2 is a testosterone-fueled wank-fest, the film nothing more than an excuse for Stallone, Schwarzenegger, Willis, Van Damme and the rest of the cast to revel in their R-rated glory days.

The moral of this story is universal and, especially in a heated election season filled with double-speak, specious innuendo and outright lies, everyone everywhere should listen to.

Sparkle is a turgid slog of clichés, facile melodrama and missed opportunities.

There is magic happening here, maybe just enough to make The Odd Life of Timothy Green a motion picture I’ll revisit in the future and think even better of the second time around.

It’s all a great deal of fun, but there is also no avoiding that The Bourne Legacy, an expansion of the universe begun with The Bourne Identity, does feel a bit inconsequential.

Ai Weiwei: Never Sorry isn’t perfect, but I’m not sure it needed to be, a man as complicated and as intriguing as Weiwei a fascinating enigma whom a complete picture of might never be developed.

There is something so rudimentary about all of the running, jumping, falling, kicking and punching, something so tired about all the crashes, booms and bangs, the resulting two-hours of this new Total Recall have an oddly antiseptic quality which makes the subsequent film instantly, and somewhat ironically, forgettable.

Farewell, My Queen presents a side of the French Revolution I’ve never thought to ponder, this look behind the gates of Versailles oftentimes fascinating.