“It’s a funny thing; this is a very Australian film. The humor. The way we put it together. The places we took inspiration from. It’s all pretty Aussie.”

If you threw Juno, Mean Girls and She’s All That into a blender you’d probably end up with something relatively similar to The DUFF, a well-intentioned and relatively charming High School coming-of-age comedy that’s frothy and effervescent enough to entertain but not inspired or creative enough to become memorable.

To paraphrase a very old adage, laughter cures just about anything, and while it can’t make Hot Tub Time Machine 2 a good movie it does manage to transform it into a far more enjoyable one than it otherwise would have been.

Costner has rarely been better. Slipping into White’s shoes with ease, he looks right at home running alongside his charges, becoming a better man, a better coach and, most of all, a better father as he figures out what makes the kids, their families and the community click as he puts everyone on the path towards victory.

Wyrmwood doesn’t reinvent the wheel. It doesn’t shake up the zombie genre so much that it will never be the same afterwards. Yet it’s filled to the brim with indelible moments that joyfully take up space in the memory, showcases sequences of ingenuity and wit that had me rocking back and forth in my seat in total, unrestrained euphoria.

In some ways I guess every generation deserves its own 9½ Weeks. Thing is, although that supposedly steamy romance carries a fairly hefty reputation, truth of the matter is that Adrian Lyne feature is as abysmal now as it ever was back during its original release. As good as Johnson might be – and she’s admittedly glorious – in many ways Fifty Shades of Grey makes a terrifically terrible companion piece to that 1986 effort, and frankly that’s about as close to giving this otherwise irredeemable piece of a pulp pabulum a compliment as I can get.

For the most part Kingsman: The Secret Service is made with gleeful anarchic relish, and at no point during its 129-minute running time did I feel bored or offended. Featuring crackerjack action sequences, laugh-out-loud moments of humor and emotional beats that caught me off-guard, in a lot of ways Vaughn’s latest is right up there with his best work as a director, the end product showcasing a confident maturity that’s sometimes been absent from a few of his previous endeavors.

Bold, vibrant and alive, [Timbuktu] a staggering look at religious fundamentalism that left me breathless, weary and emotionally spent by the time it came to its conclusion.

And it’s beautiful. Beautiful because the Wachowski’s are reaching for the skies. Beautiful because the brother-sister directorial tandem doesn’t know when to quit and don’t have a clue as to how to keep their voluminous ambitions in check. Beautiful because the parts are so gorgeous and spellbinding I not-really-all-that-embarrassingly loved them more than I did what it was they ultimately added up to in the end.