The Convert wasn’t perfect but its visuals and depiction of the way of life for people in Aotearoa at the time will continue to leave its mark on me.

If you like the Violence! Blood! and Guts! of a John Wick clone then your desires will be met in spades here.

There's a decent helping of funny-bad horror movie moments that include a particularly saucy burger, the ol’ spontaneously exploding motorcycle trick, and a singular rat being treated as if it's the most terrifying creature on the planet, but the overall experience is about as satisfying as eating soup with a fork.

A Good Person is a soundly crafted story of grief, addiction, forgiveness and acceptance, helmed by Florence Pugh who gives (yet another) extremely focused and moving performance.

To Leslie is a very old-fashioned human drama; a straightforward character study with modest ambitions and a complete disinterest in modern trappings of spectacle, metacommentary, or narrative obfuscation.

The broad strokes of the narrative follow a particular formula seen elsewhere, but the finer details of True Thing’s delivery offer enough of a unique shine to throw viewers off-balance for long enough for the predictability to go momentarily cold.

For a short movie, at roughly 80 minutes, the amount of carnage that is sewn into the lives of those who love Neil is barely a blip on the radar as he freewheels from beach to beach, beer to beer, and nap to nap.

Complete with a Marlon Brando surrogate and nods to B-movie exploitation, it's clear that for the most part, Pompo The Cinéphile has its heart in the right place. Viewed purely as blissful escapism, it's a sugar-coated ode to the idea that with enough passion, anyone can make it.