caterwaul

Humour isn't always intentional, but a few crisp one-liners elicit chuckles, like when one griefstricken crew member caterwauls: "That living fossil ate my friend!" Leading man Jason Statham (pictured) glowers on cue and removes his shirt for a gratuitous topless scene to verify he is in excellent gym-toned shape even if his film is bloated.

So Fold The Cloth crackles with static, Ploughing Out shimmers like a blanket of stars before erupting with all the panache of a particularly brilliant supernova, while Seaside, Low Tide is a woozy, off-kilter delight Falcon Eyed's thumping four to the floor beat rocks us off our hinges with its feverish krautrock leanings, and there's plenty of gothic mystery about the spectral Greta (complete with trumpet invader cutting through the dissonance) as Le Bon caterwauls at the moon.

Instead she caterwauls like, well, a cat on a wall.

I mean, far be it from me to say that in my opinion she's over-rated, caterwauls the house down and is lucky she hasn't been dumped before.