Had it been released 10 years ago, Iron Man might well have gone down as a comic book triumph. Now, it just seems like the product of everything the popcorn superhero genre has achieved over the last decade: next to be shipped off the Marvel production line with box-office tug guaranteed by snazzy trailer and hefty budget.

Shipped under the banner of Judd Apatow-branded comedy, Forgetting Sarah Marshall immediately invites comparison to The 40-Year-Old Virgin and Knocked Up: a gigglesome mix of picture-perfect romance and daring sex jokes.

So what kind of cop is Keanu Reeves in Street Kings? Well, he’s the kind who sleeps with a loaded pistol under his pillow, pukes his guts out first thing in the morning and spends his shift swigging vodka from miniature bottles.

In Bruges is generating buzz beyond its means. It’s a small indie flick about gangsters on holiday that happens to star Colin Farrell, Brendan Gleason and Ralph Fiennes. It’s a meeting of comic knees-up and shotgun gang violence in the most unlikely of circumstances. But is it just the killer cast creating the excitement?

Frustratingly, George Clooney’s brief directorial career is yet to take a wrong turn. On the evidence of Confessions of A Dangerous Mind (Brilliantly dark) and Good Night And Good Luck (enlightening but not preaching), it would seem that one of the world’s best character actors is equally at home on the other side of the lens. Perhaps this light-hearted return to the early days of pro American football will be the stumbling block we’ve all been waiting for.

The dust has settled and the blood dried following Rambo’s slaughterhouse return. Now a very distant relative is here courtesy of Hitchhiker’s Guide production duo Hammer & Tongs. Thankfully, this is easier on the senses.

It’s been 26 years since John Rambo announced his arrival with the not-so-bloody First Blood. Like just about every other old-school action hero, the mumbling warrior is back. If not destined to be the most acclaimed of the comeback-dad performances, Rambo will certainly go down as the deadliest.

Flat-footed rom-com Intolerable Cruelty and weak-kneed remake The Ladykillers led some to suspect Joel and Ethan Coen of losing their mojo. Proof they haven't comes in the form of a bleakly poetic, unbearably suspenseful crime story that is undoubtedly their best work since The Big Lebowski.