Much like the plane crash that begins this particular tale, The Mountain Between Us bangs into the side of a metaphorical cliff leaving all kinds of wreckage in its wake, the fact any elements worth extolling the virtues of survived at all something of a minor miracle in and of itself.

This is a worthy, thoughtful and intelligently composed sequel, and much like Scott’s original film Blade Runner 2049 is guaranteed to provoke passionately heated debate and discussion that will continue long into the foreseeable future.

This Flatliners makes all of the exact same mistakes as the original, stranding its talented and attractive cast in ways that grow increasingly ridiculous as things move towards a climax.

Gook is a very good film, sometimes a great one, and even when it stumbles and loses its way towards the end I still found myself eagerly interested to discover everything Chon’s opus was aching to show me.

Seal’s story is the American Dream flipped on its head, Gary Spinelli’s sharply observant script cutting its protagonist little slack as it makes its way towards its suitably hardhearted conclusion.

Super Dark Times might not earn its blood-soaked finale, but that doesn’t make what happens up to that point any less compelling, Phillips in the end proving himself to be a strong directorial talent worth keeping an eye on.

Ignorant bullies weaponizing sexism, homophobia and racism deserve to be silenced, and whether they’re on the tennis court, inside corporate boardroom or even heaven forbid in the gosh darn White House, it’s about time we all follow Billie Jean King’s example and do whatever we can to shut them up, hopefully this time for good.

For all its potential, Friend Request deserves to be ignored, swiping left and forgetting about this film entirely the only course of action I can in good conscience recommend.

Matthew Vaughn’s Kingsman: The Golden Circle is a tone-deaf, oftentimes frustrating, frequently insulting and moderately offensive exercise in gruesome misogynistic excess that’s made almost as if to convince pubescent 13-year-old boys it’s perfectly okay to treat women as ditzy dolls and little else.