Wanderings and … wonderings.

The worst kind, cliché-ridden to the max and full of this wannabe-quirky office banter. It’s like the movie thinks it’s satire when it’s just stating the obvious in the most patronising way.

There are few things more boring than smug white-collar pros talking shop with the aim of beguiling the neutral (uninterested) listener and having them grab the glossary. This goes further, the protagonist informing the audience via the secondary character of kindergarten-level facts.

This reminded me of that movie Thank You for Smoking (2005), another object of my hatred. It was no surprise that it shares the same director. Yuk.

Clooney is, as always, a struggle to watch. He is a pointless actor with zero range. Folk keep telling me it’s all about his captivating personality. I see nothing there.

Some of the scenes here are ludicrous; there’s even a moment involving the lad Clooney showing the mousy female lead how to pack a suitcase for a flight. Clooney to the rescue.

I hated this movie. Hated it. Proper hatred. It needs removed from the planet.

When I say special effects, I mean that the CGI (is it?) on display is the worst ever but it works to perfection because of how daft it looks. This was the way things were back in 1982; the movie is a remnant of its time more than anything else.

It’s the only movie that doesn’t seem outlandish yet it is. Jeff Bridges being zapped into a computer is somehow credible in this joyously entertaining film. As for the sequel – terrible dialogue, boring cast, but a Daft Punk score for the ages. Bangers!