"Tonight You're Mine" is as ephemeral as its title - as thin as a jukebox dime but pretty catchy all the same.
| Original Score: 3/5
Mackenzie is so taken with his concept that he forgets to build a fully realized film around it.
| Original Score: 2/5
Treadaway and Tena are meant to have a deep connection based on their love of music, but their barely there characters get together only because the story requires them to.
| Original Score: C-
A prime example of a movie whose setting must compensate for an absence of any actual merit.
| Original Score: 1/4
The aggressive hipness of the film is queasily dated-it's the cinematic equivalent of the clearance corner at Urban Outfitters.
Boggle at finding strangers in the audience more appealing than our main characters.
The film's narrative conceit is so rigidly formulaic and lethargically spun that even the looseness and spontaneity that the setting affords feels dull and constricting.
A breezy romantic comedy that makes up in energy and atmosphere what it lacks in plot... The pair may be yoked together by sturdy handcuffs, but the story is as flimsy as a daisy chain.
The cliches come as thick and slick as the Woodstock-style mud churned up around them.
You Instead will have you shaking your head at a rock festival for all of the wrong reasons.
| Original Score: 0/5
Enjoyable British romcom enlivened by strong performances and two stand-out scenes in particular.
Less fun at the festival and more time on the characters, please.
It is excellently shot by cinematographer Giles Nuttgens - but that's the only aspect of the movie that signals Mackenzie, who made Hallam Foe, to be worth his salt.
A jaw-droppingly self-indulgent, shallow, smug if mercifully brief feature with a plot that looks like the outline for a pop video.
| Original Score: 1/5
The film shouldn't work, and for the most part doesn't; but it left me smiling.
It's amiable in spots, but making half the characters American gives it an unfortunate am-dram feel, replacing the local flavour we want with a cheap sort of additive tang.
Rather more quirk than quality.
Thoroughly enjoyable, with the zing of real crowds and musicians overcoming some very corny plot turns.
Occasionally amusing but too often aggravating: pretty people in ugly places listening to crap pop and looking pleased with themselves.
It is pointless, inept and impossible to warm to.