Another addition to the endless list of remakes, Point Break merely leaves us bemoaning the dearth of original ideas in Hollywood nowadays.

Point Break comes across as a string of admittedly amazing action sequences and sports feats with the rest of the film haphazardly built up around it. The logic of going base jumping and snowboarding to combat climate change is bizarre. One scene will remind you of Fight Club. Another, of The Beach. Ray Winstone, who plays a grizzled agent, could have deserved more screen time. If you bother to watch it at all, treat it like a showreel for extreme sports, as it's pretty unengaging from almost every other angle.

The only thing that is mildly exciting about the film is a wing suit stunt where cameras soar along with the bat-like divers over a huge canyon.

The film and its title push us to use a superb reference (BBC's Black Adder) for a superbly dull film. We have this to say - Point Break is like a broken pencil. It's pointless.

The original Point Break featured a cornball romance between Keanu Reeves’s Utah and the spiky-haired Lori Petty, and there is a token female in the new movie too, but the real sparks fly between Bodhi and Utah as they test the limits of endurance and their trust for each other. The movie flounders when it’s not in mid-flight, and the absence of memorable dialogue or sexiness, both of which were plentiful in Bigelow’s film, means that we can’t wait for Bodhi and his band of hirsute seekers to gather at the edge of something – a cliff, a rockface, the ocean – and defy the laws of nature. Every time they get back to earth, the pointlessness of this remake reaches breaking point.