LINDA Lovelace, according to this well meaning but rather muddled look at her life and times, spent all of 17 days in the porn industry but spent a lifetime trying to recover from them. Rob Epstein and Jeffrey Friedman give two versions of the Deep Throat star's tale, the first showing her as an innocent abroad in a naughty but relatively nice industry, and the second portraying her as a victim from first to last.
Shot in a grainy style to suit the grubby and tasteless era in which it is set, Lovelace features a brave performance from Amanda Seyfried as Lovelace, bolstered by that of Sharon Stone as her mother. The two-sides story swings from one extreme to the other, and one can't help but feel that any movie about Lovelace, however noble its intentions, is ultimately just exploiting her all over again. (AR)
The Mortal Instruments: City Of Bones (12A)
Dir: Harald Zwart
With: Lily Collins, Jamie Campbell Bower, Jonathan Rhys Meyers
Runtime: 130 mins
YET another young adult book series gets the big screen treatment in an attempt to create the new Twilight, but Harald Zwart's adaptation of Cassandra Clare's novel is a shambles.
Lily Collins stars as Clary Fray, a Brooklyn teenager who suddenly discovers she is part of a long line of shadow hunters whose life is under threat from demons.
A race to find a magical cup hidden ensues that also involves an inevitable love triangle as well as other mythical creatures such as vampires and werewolves.
Zwart throws plenty at viewers with effects-laden showdowns and surprise revelations, drawing on everything from Twilight to Star Wars, but he can't disguise the shortcomings of a plot that feels, at best, derivative and, at worst, utterly stupid. His film is crippled further by the lack of any emotional connection, a shortcoming exacerbated by the bland leads. (RC)
Morrissey 25: Live (PG)
Dir: James Russell
Runtime: 92 minutes
IT has been 25 years since Mozza embarked on his solo career and, judging by this documentary shot at a Hollywood High School gig, the Manchester guardian of the flame is in need of a nice sit-down.
The fans are adoring - we know that because in the gaps between songs he hands over the microphone to let them sing his praises. Whether you feel the same depends on your tolerance for a one note documentary that films the four-shirt concert (that's how many Mr M gets through) and features nothing else.
While one hardly expected him to turn cartwheels and sing My Boy Lollipop, a little more than a bread and dripping concert would have been more worthy of the ticket price. (AR)
We're The Millers (15)
Dir: Rawson Marshall Thurber
With: Jennifer Aniston, Jason Sudeikis
Runtime: 110 minutes
HERE's the deal with Rawson Marshall Thurber's more miss than hit comedy. Dave (Jason Sudeikis) wants to bring drugs from Mexico to the US. Not having a family of his own he recruits a stripper (Jennifer Aniston), a street kid (Emma Roberts) and a naive neighbour (Will Poulter) to pose as his brood for a fee. Ed Helms also turns up as the kingpin who sends Dave on his quest.
There are a few winning moments as the four get to know each other better, but such is the desire to appear cutting edge, the screenplay can't resist veering into crudity and sourness.
There's also a chance for Aniston to get into her stripper character by getting her kit off. Do put it away dear, you're better than that. (AR)