The Bikeriders

At first The Bikeriders feels like a great modern day homage to those classic Scorsese gangster films.

While Austin Butler is meant to be the star, he's barely present for half the movie. Although fret not because the lack of 'Elvis on a Bike' allowed for Jodie Comer and Tom Hardy to lead the pack and shine with their performances.

In fact, I could easily say that this is quite possibly Comer's best performance to date.

Unfortunately, it then seems to lack any direction or identity and then, quite frankly, fizzles into something that's just plain boring.

The Bikeriders is definitely the type of movie your Dad will watch before he forces you to watch it and then upon a second watch, realise that the film is just fine, because that's what it is... just fine.

• Mike.

While I have a certain fondness for the movie BIKERIDERS, I still find it to be a rather mediocre title. There's undeniably something off about this film. Despite its fantastic cinematography, perfect locations, and meticulously designed decors, the movie fails to leave a lasting impression. It features a plethora of talented actors, making its failure seem implausible. Yet, by the time the credits rolled, I was left feeling utterly indifferent. Nothing from the supposed storyline stood out or stayed with me.

Even with Michael Shannon, who is one of my favorite actors, the impact was minimal. His brief appearance was so inconsequential that the film wouldn't suffer if it were entirely omitted. Sadly, the same can be said for the rest of the cast. They were equally underutilized and forgettable. This film, with all its potential, ultimately ended up being a colossal waste of talent and opportunity. Despite its visual excellence and strong cast, it fails to deliver a memorable or impactful experience, leaving audiences with a sense of squandered potential.

It's fair to say that certain types will stick together, come hell or higher tide or stormy weather, and they might cause a little friction, with their image and depiction, rubbing up those who take umbrage with their measure. It's a scene that's been repeated over time, on this occasion it's a motorbike they climb, with an attitude that hangs, there is a leadership of gangs, that gets challenged on occasion, like a feud. At its heart there is desire to control, not just machine but all the followers enrolled, like an army on two wheels, cross their tracks, there's no appeal, as the seasons turn, the novices get bold.

Not quite as engaging as you'd have liked - and why can't American folks play American roles? Perhaps they can't do the accent.

Brilliant acting, brilliantly shot, but where's the story? Having Jodie Comer's character as the erstwhile narrator was a brilliant deviation from tradition, but who's the hero and who's the villain? I know it's based on a book and therefore a true story, but you can bend a story to fit narrative arc. This film has no clear protagonist and the supposed antagonist is only in it briefly as a cardboard cut-out "victim of circumstance". Also, we never clearly establish any of the motives of the main characters. Why are they in the club? Why do they rebel? What are their goals? More importantly, why are any of them riding motorcycles and why don't they just drive cars? This is clearly a key point as I'm guessing the Chicago winters are not fun to ride in.

As a keen biker, I loved the characters and the motorcycles, but this was a series of vignettes rather than a cohesive story.

I left the theatre feeling pretty underwhelmed and non-plussed by this movie.

I had really high hopes with the cast and they all deliver good performances (with Butler doing his best James Dean impression) and the characters all showed initial promise. It just lacked a bit of heart for me and kind of drifted along with no real central story or jeopardy.

I got excited when I heard people comparing this to Goodfellas as it's one of my favorite films... but that comparison falls incredibly short. It was very style over substance and I'm starting to feel like Tom Hardy is getting so typecasted these days - bordering on Staham-esque. This could have been a brilliant movie, but sadly for me it missed the mark.