Former counter-terrorist agent John Creasey (Denzel Washington) finds a job in Mexico City as the bodyguard of a wealthy industrialist’s daughter (Pita, played by Dakota Fanning). Creasey is a heavy drinker, trying to escape the ghosts of his past, but he gradually finds solace and redemption in his friendship with the little girl. This introductory story, which plays out over the first hour, could almost stand as a film on its own. It’s intense and touching, and it paints a warm picture of Creasey and Pita as two lonely souls who have a lot to learn from each other. But then she is kidnapped, and when the ransom drop goes sour, killed.

Creasey was shot and almost killed when Pita was taken. With her gone, his lifeline is cut, and his sole purpose becomes finding out who kidnapped her, and killing them. It’s a brutal rampage, and director Tony Scott runs riot with his characteristic visual flair to turn this bloodbath into a stylistic masterpiece. But just as Scott cranks up the colour, Creasey turns emotionally monotone. The latter half of the film is not about anger and thrills and car chases, it’s about black depression and cold determination.

Denzel Washington puts in a stunning performance, making Creasey’s revenge feel realistically barren, but the amount of cinematographic energy being lavished on it feels out of place. The ending, which I won’t spoil here, is both emotionally jarring and disappointingly anti-climactic. It’s a difficult film to watch, but still a worthwhile one. Just don’t be expecting a summer action blockbuster–it’s much, much darker than that.

In a cruel parody of paranoid justice, excessively mild-mannered Dave Buznik (Adam Sandler) is branded a violent felon, and sentenced to undergo anger management therapy at the hands of the unorthodox psychiatrist Buddy Rydell (Jack Nicholson).

Most of the film’s humour comes from Buddy placing Dave in situations specifically designed to frustrate him, and to taunt him into dealing with his repressed anger. This is also the film’s main drawback: the succession of annoyances itself quickly becomes annoying. When the final payoff comes, it turns out to be a bait-and-switch that undermines the sense of natural justice you’re supposed to feel at Dave eventually winning through. It’s a comedy that made me feel tense. Grrr.

Amusing and intricate comedy about the extremely dysfunctional Tenenbaum family. Displaced patriarch Royal Tenenbaum (Gene Hackman) is broke and about to be thrown out of his hotel. At first he tries to wheedle his way back into his family’s good graces by pretending that he is dying of cancer. By the time this deception falls apart, he realises how much he has genuinely missed them, and he makes a genuine attempt to amend his ways, and become the father he never was.

I say “amusing”, because most of the humour is a touch too off-beat and deliberately intellectual to be genuinely “funny.” Also, although the second half of the film draws all of the storylines together, the first half really is a bit of an unfocused mess. And without having some idea of where the story was going, I found it hard to properly appreciate what it was trying to say. The resolution is satisfyingly sympathetic, though.

Light, easygoing comedy romance about uptight insurance risk assessor Reuben Feffer (Ben Stiller), who starts going out with flaky free spirit Polly Prince (Jennifer Aniston) after his wife leaves him for their scuba instructor on their honeymoon. Ben Stiller is good as usual, and Philip Seymour Hoffman runs an amusing (though mostly irrelevant) sub-plot as Reuben’s failed actor friend. Watch out for some nice touches by Hank Azaria as the scuba guy, and Bryan Brown as the extreme sports nutter Reuben is trying to insure. It’s simple but funny, and the perfect antidote to a cold and dark winter evening.

Three childhood friends whose lives have taken very different directions are forced to confront each other, and the ghosts of their past, when one of their daughters is murdered. It’s a tough story with some uncomfortable moral questions (typical of Dennis Lehane, on whose novel the film is based). Eastwood’s directorial touch is restrained, allowing strong performances from the whole cast to shine through.

Bob (Bill Murray) and Charlotte (Scarlett Johansson) are two Westerners in Tokyo. Both are lonely, lost in a foreign culture, and adrift in their own lives. Through a subtle romantic friendship, they try to find out who they really are, and what they really want. It’s a beautiful, meandering, funny, melancholy, and sweet film about life, love, and loneliness.

Touching portrayal of four men, as they gather to mourn the death of their old friend Jack, and take a road trip to scatter his ashes off Margate pier. The film intersperses their drive to Margate with flashes back in time as they reminisce about Jack’s life. On the way, grievances will be aired, laughter will be shared, and secrets will be revealed. It’s a complex yet down-to-earth tale about friendship and love in all their forms. Funny and sad, with some lovely performances by an extraordinarily strong British cast. Well worth looking out for.

While out on a job, burglar Luther Whitney (Clint Eastwood) sees a woman being murdered by her lover, who just happens to be the President of the United States. When the President’s aide and Secret Service bodyguards realize that their attempt to cover up the crime has an eyewitness-shaped hole in it, they (naturally) try to eliminate him. Predictable and implausible in roughly equal measure.

Renowned detective Alex Cross (Morgan Freeman) is on leave of absence following the death of his partner. He is drawn out of seclusion and into the heart of a child abduction case when the kidnapper singles him out as the only one who can appreciate his cleverness. This is a satisfyingly twisty thriller that doesn’t try to overstretch itself. It doesn’t aim for angst and psychological depth: all it wants to do is entertain, and it does so quite nicely.