What proves to be kryptonite is the editing and the senseless direction.

But it’s a superhero flick and if you’re even remotely interested in the comics, you’ll criticise and enjoy it all the same. Hell, it’s the Caped Crusader and the Man of Steel going at each other. It’s entertaining, but you’ll be left wondering if this could have been executed with a little more finesse and a lot less melodrama.

This is definitely not even in the so-bad-it’s-good territory, but with just a tiny extra push into the ridiculous, this 127-minute slog could have been made into a caustic 90-minute satire.

It’s a one-joke movie but the joke is funny. But in the land of zom-coms, it does pale in comparison to Shaun Of The Dead and others like Zombieland and iZombie.

The film also has an overt theme of female empowerment – almost like Jane Austen on steroids. These feisty female warriors would make any feminist proud because they’re not merely surviving, but charging off into battle to save their beaus from rampaging zombie hordes.

Most likely, The Choice is perfect for anyone looking for a fix of romance that is entirely divorced from reality. Most likely, that includes anyone who is a fan of Nicholas Sparks’ books or past movies based on them. Or Harlequin Romance devotees.

Basically, if you’ve seen one film adapted from a Nicholas Sparks book, you’ve seen them all.

If you’re looking to be repeatedly scared and shocked, The Boy isn’t for you.

Joy is a decent biographical drama anchored by J-Law’s performance, but fails to realise its greater ambitions.

And J-Law is fine on her own, thank you very much. Don’t be surprised if she wipes the floor with all competition to win her second Oscar.

And I don’t know about you, but when I go to an alien-invasion movie I want to see some aliens actually invading. This is evidently not a priority for director J Blakeson, however, who sticks to formulaically adapting the book to make a slightly colourless film.

The tough guy-nice guy dichotomy is a set-up for some stereotypical masculine showdowns: building stuff, handling bullies, and comparing physical attributes. And a dance-off.

I’m not sure if there’s even a point in talking about cinematography. Oh, there was a GoPro skateboarding scene that’s the film’s one clever visual touch. That’s it.

The fact that the movie runs out of plot long before it runs out of stunts to show off, makes Point Break a remake that really ought not to have been made.

But if adrenaline is your heroin, do yourself a favour and go to a theatre. This would be really pointless to see on a small screen.

Sure, the Krays are dynamic in and of themselves, but a lack of a narrative drive as well as dangling subplots that never really take off, all amount to a much longer affair than you’d expect.

And with fewer punches than you’d expect.

Ultimately, it all comes back to Hardy’s performance.