The didactic preachiness is too toothless to become truly tiresome, and in some ways that might just be the most disappointing and frustrating facet of The Hunt of them all, making this satirical safari unworthy of any more of my attention.

The Call of the Wild proved to be an outdoor adventure worth going on, and I can’t help but think my 10-year-old self would have seen this in the theatre a good half-dozen times if my parents would have permitted me to do so.

VFW is a cracking thriller, its pulse-pounding theatrics making this an agreeably bruising good time I loved every single gosh darn blood-soaked second of.

While Sonic the Hedgehog didn’t win me over, I sure as heck was never so annoyed that I regretted giving the film a look.

Harley Quinn’s emancipation and the birth of a new group of female crimefighters is one I happily stand to applaud, and if this ragtag group’s adventures continue in the future trust I’ll be first in line to witness them firsthand.

The Rhythm Section just can’t keep the beat, and for a composition that initially showed so much promise for things to ultimately fall so flat the likelihood I’ll be playing this record again anytime soon is understandably slim.

The Gentlemen races towards an inventive conclusion that brought a smile to my face and sent me out of the theatre with a skip in my step. Ritchie returns to his Brit crime caper roots with thrilling aplomb.

Bad Boys for Life is an enjoyable action-comedy throwback that remembers to put its two main characters first and all of the adrenaline-fueled theatrics second. It’s a heck of a lot of fun.

1917 is magnificent.