Even with my reservations this is a movie I know I’ll see again. More than that, I want to see Being Flynn again. It’s captured a corner of my imagination, and for all my mixed feelings that’s a trait I’ll happily celebrate now and far into the foreseeable future.

Dr. Seuss’ The Lorax doesn’t speak for anyone, no one at all, and if it does have a tongue it’s tied itself into so many knots trying to decipher its points beyond the obvious ones is infuriatingly hopeless.

But Project X is like social media in that it is all pretense without the payoff, all editorial commentary without the research to make any of its statements matter.

The dialogue is dreadful, the human aspects so saccharine they’re practically laughable and tension is virtually nonexistent. To call this monstrosity anything other than a mess would be a kindness, so guess I’ll just say Act of Valor is a bad film and then leave it at that.

In Darkness took me to a place I wasn’t certain I wanted to go. By the time it was over, watching Socha, Mundek and the other’s collective heroism I couldn’t have imagined going anywhere else.

For as often as I laughed there were just as many occasions where I sat in silence waiting for something to happen, and when the film did finally try to resolve itself it did so in a way that felt trite, tired and blatantly dishonest. Wanderlust never captured my fancy, and the chance I’ll ever desire a second viewing is pretty much zilch.

Maybe Mackenzie’s latest minimalist high-concept opus will grow on me over time, will keep pounding against my psyche so it forces me to watch it again and reassess at a later date. Maybe a lot of things, but for right now I find Perfect Sense to be too ambiguous for its own good, and as doomsday scenarios go I’m not sure this is one I’ll ever be in the mood to contemplate again.

Pina is a celebration, a passionate dance of life, love and inspiration that transcends the screen to become something as timeless, and as hopeful, as the innovative and remarkable woman whose life it chronicles.

This divine hand-drawn animated adventure took my breath away, and by the time The Secret World of Arrietty came to an end all I wanted to do was run up to the projection booth and make the theatre start it over from the beginning.