There is no closure to Beasts of the Southern Wild, nothing to hold on to that I felt was satisfying. I love the fire and the passion it must have taken for Zeitlin and Alibar to bring the film to life, but that wasn’t enough as far as I was concerned.

Seeking a Friend for the End of the World is a movie I’m going to be treasuring for a very long time.

To Rome with Love is overstuffed yet also oddly vague, and while the better bits are wonderful the lesser ones irritated me so much they made the final product a disappointing afterthought in the career of a justifiably lauded filmmaker we all know is capable of better.

Magic Mike is an emotionally complex rollercoaster ride overflowing in raucously euphoric highs. So many of them, in fact, I can guarantee this is one title I’m going to be talking about for the remainder of the year.

Banks is incredible, her performance the anchor that holds People Like Us together.

Grassroots shows that, win or lose, hope still exists, and that the tiniest of voices can still be heard if they have the guts to stand before a microphone and have the courage to make their opinions public.

Lola Versus comes up frustratingly short, making my recommending it as a worthwhile option for a night out at the local cinema a virtual impossibility.

But when you look at Cruise, when you see what he decides to bring to this ‘Nothin’ But A Good Time’ party, when you find yourself awestruck by his ability to mine places and corners of the human condition the rest of the picture seemingly has no interest in, you quickly realize Rock of Ages could be so much more than it is.

The Woman in the Fifth is as coldly obtuse and emotionally distant as anything I’ve had the misfortune to come across this year.