Midnight Sun

The ending of Midnight Sun is more of an eyeroller than a tearjerker. This film will have a very particular audience, and you'll know if you're a member of it. If not, stay away.

Forced to act beside this handsome stick of furniture, Bela Thorne, who sings bland songs and delivers blander dialogue as Katy Price, comes across as the reincarnation of both Barbara Stanwyck and Judy Garland. She's grand. She'll survive.

A disappointing production which could have benefited from a better screenplay.

Laughably predictable, far too tempered to generate any tearjerking stakes worth caring about.

The "sick lit" genre gets a crushingly bad new addition...spectacularly uninspired stuff.

The storytelling is so soft-centred that it has melted into mush long before Katie is exposed to those lethal sun rays.

...a mostly forgettable drama that doesn’t contain much in the way of standout, engrossing elements...

This sweet-natured movie turns into something of an emotional vampire, sucking out the feels before casting your body aside.

Don't expect Patrick Schwarzenegger to exactly follow in his father's footsteps.

I'm over that story.