Mini-Review: Flatliners is the sort of movie whose script has a decent pulse, but somewhere along the line you realise that there's a heart murmur present at the core of this movie inefficiently pumping mediocre Hollywood cliches your way. This review is in a similar vein.

Mini-Review: I am probably going to echo most peoples sentiments who jumped onto this one after an Eternal Sunshine entree. Rah, rah, mesmerising visuals, rah rurrhh, stunning camera effects, mutter mutter, Gondry sans Kaufman, grah grrr, writing, story, Kaufman, hmmm, grah, visual journey, bah, story lacking, argh, muck, glar.

Mini-Review: For some time there this movie had me, I enjoyed the way it had been building, the subtle shifts from past to present and the tension and distress felt by Martha. Then it flattened out, nothing more was revealed, and I began to grow weary of it. I felt I needed to be more drawn into the indoctrinating methods and dogma the cult threw at these young people I was left high and dry. The movie became as silent as Martha was. When it "ended" a bemused snort from the audience said it all.

Mini-Review: Yes, yes, yes. Echoes is yum, Careful With That Axe Eugene is another beauty, and everything else, the whole lot (without the horribly crusty CGI of the directors cut) is something to behold lovingly for every Floyd fan. If you're not a Floyd fan, then give the peace pipe a whirl and you'll soon find yourself becoming one.

Mini-Review: It's a classic Bond from the Moore era of campiness. Famous for guns, girls and nipples. The corkscrew car stunt, although one of the most difficult and impressive at the time, is delivered to the screen with the same slapstick schtick as everything else. Not necessarily a good thing, but typical of Moore's time.