Too much effort in crafting every single damn perfectly posed shot, little engagement with the characters, undeniably powerful ending.

Great performance by Patrick d'Assumçao and some atmosphere but the leads are rather wooden and the endless longshots are a little repetitive. To its credit it doesn't overstay its welcome but more intriguing than truly gripping. And for such a supposedly popular summer hangout, it looks really cold and about to rain all the time.

Just awful. Contrived, completely implausible conversations carried by wooden dialogue, and two fine actors hobbled by a script which gives them nothing to work with. Eyes will roll when the two popes hum ABBA, discuss The Beatles, dance the Tango or eat pizza. Notable for some lengthy, deathly dull flashback sequences.

It goes down easily and has a couple of chuckles here and there but Johnson doesn't have a handle on what he wants - farcial twisting of whodunnit tropes or traditional mystery with humour. The performances range from bizarre (Craig) via grotesque (Collette) to sub-catatonic (Evans), with only Plummer effortlessly adding much-needed polish... why this was greeted with such a raft of hosannahs is beyond me, but I say that so often these days.