Wreck-It Ralph is a ton of fun. It is a total delight, immersing me right into the center of its inspired video game world with confident ease.

Fun Size does not work.

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 final hour of The Dark Knight Rises is a kinetic whirlwind of Shakespearian tragedy mixed with a Puccini opera.

Ice Age: Continental Drift isn’t very good, and if a fifth adventure ever ends up being made here’s hoping it follows in the footsteps of the other odd-numbered entries in the series and brings back the good-natured fun this fourth effort lacks.

Madagascar 3, for all its chaos, for all its weirdly absurdist flights of fancy, still becomes the most relatable, dare I say the most human, of the trilogy, something I never would have expected before the movie started.

While not without faults, this feminist take on the classic Grimm tale is undeniably bewitching, and of 2012’s dueling adaptations, both of which ended up worthy of my attention, Snow White and the Huntsman is the fairest of the duo and the one I look forward to revisiting in the future.

Battleship is pure cheese, and while that doesn’t make it good that also doesn’t make it a disaster, and while the proceedings are certainly waterlogged beyond repair that doesn’t mean the vessel itself is in danger of sinking.

All I can say is that I hope Whedon does return to the helm, because after this movie the thought of The Avengers assembling without his assertively assured guidance is something I have difficulty pondering.