Ed Potton

It's just Spielberg badly rehashed, poorly reheated, lukewarm and with extra treacle.

The result feels like a Gabriel García Márquez novel with a rocket under its bum.

Like many films at the festival this year The Dreamed Adventure is too long, but a running time of almost three hours does let you get under the skin of Veska, played with grit, soul and wit by Yana Radeva.

Malek is excellent as Jimmy George, an actor and singer in Eighties New York who is starring in a musical revue, as is Tim Sturridge (The Sandman) as Jimmy’s loyal boyfriend and nurse.

Coward is sweetly played and elegantly mounted but there’s little here that really surprises.

At heart, though, this is just a suspense movie with some decent twists and an excellent turn from Tawba El Gharchi as Ida, Thomas and Nora’s fiery young daughter.

[Claire's] social circle seems to consist entirely of vapid, annoying thirtysomethings swanning around doing nothing of any value. The problem is that the film, directed by the Spaniard Maria Martínez Bayona, feels equally aimless.

The film is cooler emotionally than Almodóvar’s early work but full of wit and self-awareness.

The film is very much a paper tiger — what feels at first like a prestige production is ultimately toothless and unconvincing.

Concert films are often an underwhelming proxy for a fine night out, but Cameron’s technical virtuosity and storytelling verve bring the whole shebang to life — as does shooting in 3D. I’m no Eilish superfan, but I enjoyed it a lot more than the last Avatar flick.