As the first of two(!) Snow White adaptations off the rank for this year, the comparison game is going to inevitably run strong. The problem is, so far, it's completely unwarranted. Whilst the Lord of the Rings-esque Snow White and the Huntsman looks to be a dead-serious fantasy epic, Mirror Mirror is a family comedy, that many people have been unfairly writing off as cheap and terrible, if for no other reason than the involvement of Julia Roberts.

But y'know what? Mirror Mirror is almost certainly the more fun of the two films, wearing it's family colours proudly on it's brightly-patterned sleeve. Granted, the trailers were fairly groan-inspiring, but don't let the marketing fool you: this isn't just throwaway kid's trash.

We all know the story: Evil Queen (Roberts) takes over kingdom. Step-daughter Snow White (Lily Collins, daughter of rocker Phil) is destined to be the fairest of them all. Queen tries to kill her. Snow hides in forest, meets dwarves. Bests Queen, marries Prince (Armie Hammer), lives happily ever after. No real surprises there.

What is surprising is that this retelling, helmed by Tarsem Singh (The Fall, Immortals), contains just the right mix of joy, humour and cleverness to actually make it fairly-fresh. The biggest thing that struck me about Mirror Mirror is that it feels closer to the children's fantasy films of the late eighties and early nineties, than a bloated CG-heavy kids film of today, which are usually packed with annoying pop culture references and "quirky" (read: irritating for the sake of it) characters. The emphasis is firmly on story and character, and the comedy is more natural and, as a result, timeless.

Of course, Roberts's Queen won't be for everyone, but that's really a question of whether you're a fan of the actress herself or not. I'm not, but I didn't find myself hating her as much as I thought, largely because her scenes are either with Hammer - a truly-game trooper when it comes to the role of the Prince - or Nathan Lane as her foppish lackey, both of whom act as perfect offsets to the Queen's oft-irritating dramatics. The real scene-stealers are the dwarves, played by largely-unknown short actors (although there's some familiar faces, such as In Bruges's Jordan Prentiss, Pirates of the Caribbean's Martin Klebba and Seinfeld's indomitable Danny Woodburn), who have an easy camaraderie and end up with most of the film's best humour - humour that is thankfully not at the expense of their stature.

The lavish production design and limited use of CGI help sell this as a more old-world-style fairy tale, and the few changes to the original story actually help to serve the film more, giving us some elements of surprise in a well-worn story. If there's any real complaint, it largely falls on the character of Snow White herself, flitting between helpless damsel and sword-wielding bandit, but finding no real balance between the two. This isn't the fault of Collins, who's genuinely lovely and fitting in the part, but rather of the script, which focuses on making every other character more interesting and entertaining.

This is a family film of the old style, and one that kids will love, but adults can feel a slight nostalgia watching as well, as it feels like the sort of film that Disney may have released twenty years ago. Those who want their Snow White action-packed and fantasy-heavy will get their wish in little over three months time, but for those who just want to bask in the nice simplicity and charm of the original tale, Mirror Mirror is a perfect alternative.

Rating: 3.5/5

When it comes to genre-hopping, difficult-to-classify film-makers, Stephen Soderbergh is easily one of the most well-known. From the cheap-and-dirty everyday reality of sex, lies and videotape to the polished high-Hollywood gloss of the Ocean's series, from the dark and gritty drug-fuelled hopelessness of Traffic to the almost sci-fi-esque crumbling decay of Contagion, Soderbergh is one of those rare talents that flits from genre-to-genre, project-to-project with general ease, albeit amid somewhat-mixed results. There is, however, one genre Soderbergh's never really touched, until now: the straight-up action thriller. Haywire changes that, and, like many of Soderbergh's occasional experiments, sometimes succeeds, and sometimes doesn't.

The film was deliberately built as a vehicle for drop-dead-gorgeous Womens Mixed Martial Artist Gina Carano, a woman of both dangerous lethality and natural charm, but who is also, unfortunately, not an actress. She is both the film's greatest asset, and it's biggest weakness, and whilst Soderbergh's intent to create for her the female equivalent of a John Rambo or Jason Bourne is admirable, it doesn't entirely work. Thankfully, Soderbergh's impressive roll-a-dex of Hollywood contacts comes in handy in surrounding Carano with A-list talent to help distract from the fact that this isn't a movie made for an actress, but a female killing machine.

Carano plays Mallory Kane, a private ops specialist - think Blackgate - who works for a mercenary firm run by Kenneth (Ewan McGregor, suitably slimy). After a hostage rescue in Barcelona, she's sent to Dublin to act as the pretend wife of MI5 agent Paul (Michael Fassbender, too brief and under-utilized). Before you can say "contrived revenge scenario", she's been set-up by Kenneth and finds herself in all-too-familiar situation (say it with me now): on the run and trying to discover the truth.

Of course, the story is really just a thinly-veiled excuse to watch Carano kick all kinds of ass, which she does superbly. There is something refreshing about watching a woman realistically beating the hell out of people onscreen, not just in a technical sense, but also because Carano very definitely isn't your usual twiggy, petite-figured action girl: that's 140 pounds of pure muscle, toned and honed to perfection, and there's no doubt in your mind watching the film that she could kill you in a heartbeat in real life.

The fight scenes are very well-handled, all put together with no music, but they're also very brief, leaving you hungry for more. The superb supporting cast, including Michael Douglas as a government big-wig, Antonio Banderas as a shady organizer, Channing Tatum as one of Mallory's fellow agents, and Bill Paxton as her dad, are all given very little to do, apart from spout the odd piece of exposition and marvel at how lethal Mallory is. Of course, we don't really need to be told that, as the film opens with a great fight scene between Carano and Tatum that effectively demonstrates that this is a woman to be reckoned with.

The convoluted and non-linear script by Lem Dobbs begins to add some intriguing layers, but just as things get interesting, another action scene is shoe-horned in, making the audience forget the story unfolding. Soderbergh also decides to give the film a full-blown Ocean's-style score, which isn't necessarily a bad thing, but it does distract from the grittiness the director is shooting for. Added to that is the fact that, like many thinly-drawn action heroes, the character of Mallory is given very little development, and even less time to win audience sympathy - we find ourselves rooting for her simply because we know that she's the heroine, but there's no emotional investment, and the blandness of the character is exacerbated by Carano's limited range. My biggest gripe is that, because the character is so underwritten and uninteresting, Carano's real-life charisma and charm is given no chance to shine through; if it were, I'd probably end up more fully in her corner.

Despite it's problems, Haywire isn't a terrible film by any means (and at a lean 93 minutes, it's brisk pacing helps move things along nicely), but considering the man behind the lens, it's easy to expect much more. Carano is definitely a physical talent to watch out for, and I hope she does do more films after this, as she's more than capable of standing alongside the Vin Diesels and Jason Stathams of the action world, and time will probably see her acting ability improve. This is ultimately a forgettable little joy-ride, fairly fun whilst you're on it, but leaving no real lasting impression. One hopes the next director to use Carano is able to craft a film truly worthy of both her talents and audience attention.

Rating: 3/5

First off, I'm one of the few out there that can honestly say I had never heard of The Hunger Games prior to the announcements regarding the film adaptation. It seemed a little amusing to see the ridiculous levels of excitement surrounding the film, but also a little disheartening to hear people referring to Suzanne Collins' trilogy of novels as "the new Twilight". The concept was a familiar one, albeit with the intriguing promise of being sci-fi as well as fairly political. I sat on the fence regarding the film, until the first proper trailer showed up, which featured some lovely production and character design, a hint of nice tension, and one of my current Hollywood crushes, the superb Jennifer Lawrence. Suddenly, I found myself throwing all preconceptions about the so-called "tweeny sci-fi melodrama" aside, and electing to give The Hunger Games a go.

I followed the advice of others, and read all three novels in the series over a weekend, before seeing the film. Suddenly, I could understand the excitement surrounding the casting announcements, the look and tone of the film, and of course, Ms Lawrence as heroine Katniss Everdeen. Upon completion of the series, I officially became an "Excited Fan".

For those who may not know - and by now, I imagine that there wouldn't be many - the plot is set in a futuristic version of America known as Panem, rebuilt after decades of war and ravagement into a totalitarian nation divided into multiple districts, each one responsible for a certain aspect of infrastructure (fishing, agriculture, electronics, etc.) and all beholden to the Capitol, a freakish, decadent city of the rich controlled by the Machiavellian President Snow (a quietly-dangerous Donald Sutherland). As the result of a past rebellion, each district is forced to compete in the annual Hunger Games, a Battle Royale-esque competition in which a girl and boy between twelve and eighteen are chosen to enter an arena and fight to the death, naturally leaving one eventual winner. The Games are a form of fear control from the Capitol, yet treated like a legitimate sporting event, televised nation-wide and glamourised for the masses. It's like the film Series 7: The Contenders, blending Big Brother with The Most Dangerous Game on an epic budget.

Katniss hails from the coal-producing District 12, and we find her at the start illegally hunting in the woods with her childhood best friend Gale (Liam Hemsworth). As a result of their many trips together, Katniss has become a skilled and capable hunter, looking after her family practically single-handed. When her twelve-year-old sister Prim (Willow Shields) is chosen for the year's newest Games, Katniss willingly volunteers in her place. She's taken alongside local baker's son Peeta (Josh Hutcherson, expanding on his usual acting range considerably), and the two find themselves on the way to the Capitol to be prepped, trained and then sent into battle.

To reveal much more would be spoiling things, but the film has a nice, languid pacing that eases you into the world of Panem, and then finally, the Games themselves. Woody Harrelson manages to drive up his usual shabby charisma as the pair's mentor, Haymitch, a former Games survivor who's become a surly alcoholic through years of watching his tributes slaughtered. Also on their team is their chaperone and escort, Effie Trinkett (a bizarrely-made-up Elizabeth Banks), and hotshot fashion stylist Cinna (Lenny Kravitz), whose job is to help the pair become presentable so they can win public favour.

Director Gary Ross has a keen eye for the both the visual and tonal sensibilities required in translating Collins' work to the screen, juggling the heavier, darker aspects of the story with the undeniable lightness of the Capitol. Much of the more emotional moments are handled in a somewhat quiet, more intimate fashion (where many directors would over-play the melodrama), allowing viewers to feel for the characters in a far more natural way. The violence is quite brutal at times, but also surprisingly casual, characters being eliminated in quick, efficient succession. Fans who were worried that the film would be too watered-down needn't fear: although it's not graphic or even very bloody, many of the deaths still manage to make you feel it.

There are few complaints to be made, although they are fairly important. The largest is the fact that many aspects of the story are just glossed-over or ignored entirely, giving many actions, plot turns etc. a slight superficiality - without the audience really knowing why certain things are happening, it becomes a little too easy to disconnect. Of course, this was going to be slightly inevitable, given that the novels are written first-person style from Katniss's point of view, but it also leaves things feeling a little hollow, like they just shoe-horned in moments that seem to work well onscreen, but lack any real substance. Another downside is the lack of time given to developing Katniss and Peeta's relationship, leaving people wondering why she should be acting certain ways in certain scenes, when we've had no real build-up to establish that it's warranted.

Thankfully, the good outweighs the bad, and the addition of new scenes to the story, showing how the Capitol runs, giving us a taste of President Snow's sinister control, and a great TV feed featuring commentary from showman Caesar Flickerman (wonderfully scene-stealing Stanley Tucci) and Games announcer Claudius Templesmith (Toby Jones, all of whose scenes are stolen by Tucci), add a nice depth to the world we're in, as well as demonstrating just how large and prevalent the Games are in society. My favourite addition came from seeing Head Gamemaker Seneca Crane (Wes Bentley, sporting the world's most awesome beard) and his team running the Games from their control room, manipulating the tributes like chess pieces, and mixing things up to make proceedings exciting.

Regardless of all of this, the film well and truly belongs to Jennifer Lawrence. The entire movie was always going to stand or fall on whomever was playing Katniss, and Lawrence rises to the challenge admirably, embodying both Katniss's strength and vulnerability with little-to-no effort, and making us feel every moment of fear, anger and heart-ache the character endures. Considering Lionsgate's plan to adapt all three books, I'm genuinely excited to see where Lawrence takes Katniss next, expecially as I now know of the character's growth and progression throughout the series.

It isn't the greatest film ever made, but The Hunger Games is absolutely a worth-while one, exciting, intriguing and even slightly scary (there's even a few moments of well-placed levity to break it up a bit), and I eagerly await the sequel Catching Fire. This isn't Battle Royale, despite what some vehement few will say (and say, and scream), this is thoughtful, well-made science fiction that will only get better as the franchise goes on.

And it sure as hell isn't the new Twilight either - it's something much, much better.

Rating: 4/5

I can barely remember the classic 21 Jump Street TV series. Being born in 1986 meant that I was in diapers when the series was at its peak, and although I caught a few reruns over the years, all I can honestly remember about the show was Johnny Depp and Peter DeLuise both sporting atrocious haircuts, and that theme song.

So it was that, like many of my generation and after, I came to this film adaptation with a fairly-low in-knowledge. I was admittedly apprehensive at the fact that the film was a comedy, and a low-brow Superbad-meets-Starsky and Hutch-style one at that, but the trailers were fairly funny, and I quite enjoy the work of scriptwriter Michael Bacall (Scott Pilgrim vs. the World, Project X), and so, hopes were reasonable.

Imagine my surprise, then, that, in what's now becoming a trend amongst many reviewers, the film exceeded my expectations quite comfortably. Whilst I won't go so far as to say that it's one of the best comedies ever made in recent years, it's certainly highly-entertaining, and points have to be given for directors Phil Lord and Chris Miller (the duo behind the also-surprisingly-awesome Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs) knowing exactly what they're going for, and hitting their target with admirable precision.

Like the original series, the basic plotline involves cops going undercover at a local high school to investigate youth-related crime - in this case, the release of a new synthetic drug amongst the students. Unlike the series, however, the cops chosen are Schmidt (Jonah Hill), and Jenko (Channing Tatum), two fairly idiotic and more-than-a-little-useless new recruits from the police academy. The pair went to school together, Schmidt an Eminem-loving math nerd, and Jenko your typical blockheaded jock. When they meet up at the academy, they forge a friendship of necessity to pass, Schmidt as the brains, Jenko the brawn. Upon graduation, however, the pair are given the unenviable job of bicycle cops, and wind up screwing up their first proper bust. An embarrasment to their precinct, the two are promptly sent to the newly-revived Jump Street program, where they're sent undercover to investigate the new drug.

Much of the film's comedy comes from their attempts to comfortably fit in at the school, despite Jenko being obviously bigger and older-looking than his classmates, and the two discovering school is a very different world from the one they first survived as teens. The trailer does a good job of setting this side up, but thankfully omits most of the truly good stuff, such as Jenko discovering his inner nerd and becoming fast friends with the geek crowd, or Schmidt unexpectedly becoming a BFF to the very student they're supposed to be investigating, rich kid Eric (Dave Franco).

Bacall's script, based on a story by him and Hill, does an interesting dance between the slightly-more-serious crime elements and the goofy high school ones, resulting in two somewhat different films that manage, against all odds, to coexist in near-perfect harmony. Many of the best gags seem improvised on the spot, giving the film a nice, natural flow when it works. When it doesn't, which occurs semi-often, it jags a little, but not enough to ruin the momentum of the good stuff.

The supporting performances are likewise hit-and-miss, from Rob Riggle's OTT phys ed teacher (total hit) to Ellie Kemper's Jenko-lusting science teacher (contrived miss, despite Kemper being quite good in the role). Franco creates a surprisingly intriguing character in Eric, a kid we know is a bad guy, but who also happens to be oddly-likeable, giving weight to Schmidt's hapless man-crush.

Although the film barrels on to a fairly-predictable third act (with the exception of one scene which fans of the show will lose their shit over, guaranteed), involving the inevitable face-offs and (surprisingly violent) gunfights, the means of getting there is a fun, funny ride of the highest order. The chemistry between the leads is vintage buddy formula, and Tatum - as has been noted by others - slips into the dopey comedic element like a second skin. It's telling that, although the style of comedy is more synonymous with that peddled by Hill's best mate Seth Rogan, this is easily more consistently funny and interesting than any of Rogan's work since, well, Superbad. Although it probably won't be heralded as a comedic classic, considering the odds initially stacked against it, 21 Jump Street manages to elevate itself from the box of "stupid, pointless remake" to something that's actually worth watching - in this day and age, that's one hell of an achievement.

Rating: 4/5

You've gotta hand it to Nicolas Cage. The man has spent the last fifteen or so years of his career doing whatever the hell he wants, and whilst the results have been mixed to risible, if he has enough passion for something, he's gonna do it, come hell or high water. It's been no secret that 2006's Ghost Rider was a massive passion project for Cage, and so enamoured was he with the character that, when a sequel was announced, the only surprise about Cage returning to the role was how unsurprising it was. If he could, I do believe the man would play Ghost Rider until the day he dies.

I didn't actually hate the original Ghost Rider. Despite its myriad of problems, such as a lack of a solid lead villain and hackneyed, over-the-top script, the film was also a surprising amount of fun, a decent B-flick to balance out the more serious fare of Superman Returns and X-Men: The Last Stand. Added to this was the arrival of directing duo Mark Neveldine and Brian Taylor to helm Spirit of Vengeance. The duo's slightly-juvenile, hyper-MTV style seemed a good fit for the character, and the early shots and trailers were promising, suggesting a Ghost Rider film that was darker than the original, but also potentially more fun. Throw in one of my favourite actors working today in Idris Elba, and excitement for this installment was fairly high. I wasn't expecting a classic by any means, but would've been satisfied with something that was as much of a B-grade blast as the original.

Sadly, that was not to be.

The story finds Cage's Johnny Blaze, his origin slightly retconned in a beautiful animated opening title sequence, hiding out in "Eastern Europe" (can't people just pick a damn country?), and struggling with his inner toasty-headed demon. He's recruited by Moreau (Elba, possessing an odd French accent and even odder contact lenses) to rescue a young boy named Danny (Fergus Riordan), whom the Devil (Ciaran Hinds, wasted and not even remotely scary) is attempting to use for some spell that'll allow him to take over the boy's body. As far as storyline goes, that is literally it. The rest of the film is basically a thinly strung-together series of short action moments, Blaze attempting to gain the trust of the boy's mother, Nadya (Violante Placido, fulfilling the required "hot, vulnerable tough girl" role), and lots of weirdly-filtered shots attempting to show us... Blaze's? Ghost Rider's?... perspective.

Anyone who's seen the Crank films or Gamer will be familiar with Neveldine/Taylor's style, and it's on full display here. Unfortunately, the messy cinematography and all-over-the-place editing means it's quite difficult to follow a lot of what's happening during the action moments, so that when the film does slow down, you're left wondering where the characters are now and what the hell just happened. Exacerbating this is an utter lack of character development, a veritable fireplace of wooden acting, and a third act that blasts by even faster than the climax of Iron Man.

The film does have some good points - the CGI and design of the new and improved Rider is both impressive and badass, and Johnny Whitworth is a fairly lively supporting villain - but it's all lost under the car-crash of script and visuals that just have no idea where to go next. The film feels, if anything, like a movie-length episode of a SyFy Original Series, albeit with a bigger budget. Letting Cage off the leash ultimately winds up producing the film's most entertaining moments (and anyone who laughed at Cage's "How'd it get burned" moment in The Wicker Man will love his holding-back-the-Rider scenes), but it's all too little too late.

A more level-headed editor and a bit more script development could have made this a fairly enjoyable, if not harmless enough, experience; as it is, the movie's barely passable, and personally, I find that a true shame. Ghost Rider is a pretty cool character, with all the potential for a workable film franchise; unfortunately, this effort will probably mean it'll be a long time before we see the Rider onscreen again. If it does happen, one hopes that a Nolan-style reboot occurs, focusing more on the story and the character, than some flashy action and cheesy villains.

On a final note, if you can, I seriously urge anyone to see this in 2D; the post-converted 3D does not suit Neveldine/Taylor's style at all, and if you thought the shaky cam in films like Cloverfield was bad, wait'll you see five minutes of shaky cam in full 3D - it's not a pleasant experience.

All in all, Spirit of Vengeance had potential, but was ruined simply by a lack of patience to sit down and make this the best possible film it could be. I guess I'll just have to sit back and wait for that reboot to see Ghost Rider finally done justice.

Although don't be surprised if he's still played by Nicolas Cage.

Rating: 2/5