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.