At one point in WWZ, a character runs, trips and shoots himself in the head, which might be a metaphor for the entire film; so keen is everyone to keep things moving that the film never slows to build tension, or establish characters beyond genre shorthand – its fatal flaw.
OC, the unlikely-sounding film charting ordinary Welshman Paul Potts’ rise to fame via Britain’s Got Talent, begins earnestly but actually rather winningly, with the romance between its two leads developing sweetly. But the plot soon becomes repetitive, while asking us to see the working class as essentially tragic remains… problematic.
In which the American president’s home is besieged, for a second time this year, and much more entertainingly, by terrorists. Tatum charms as the jock-hero, while everyone else has a blast with material that is smart enough to know it’s stupid, while acknowledging that it’s directly ripping off Die Hard.
Grand Piano aims for classic Hitchcock but reaches only lower ebb De Palma or Schumacher, with the preposterous central conceit escalating hysterically (and hilariously) to effectively undermine much of the otherwise impressive technical swishiness. Not in itself un-entertaining, you’ll nonetheless be left, come curtain, with a general feeling of pointlessness.