It's an often stylish but rather hollow experience, like a feature-length pop video or an Edward Hopper painting without the soul.

The rich talent on display here is woefully let down by the narrative equivalent of ripping up jigsaw pieces and then wrapping the remains in sellotape.

A film that makes the viewer feel as if their brain has been extracted through their nostrils with a drinking straw: an inane and relentlessly boring future noir...

Terminal is fuelled by Robbie’s central performance but even that can’t stop it going completely off the rails as it reaches its final destination.