A declamatory and utterly soulless piece of recombinant entertainment, Zack Snyder’s Sucker Punch lands with a roar, and then spends nearly the next two hours making much noise, almost all of it married to balletic, CGI-enabled violence. A female-revenge fantasy that feebly tries to tweak gender expectations even as it relies wholeheartedly on them, the film is a miasma of glossy superficiality, and most characterized by a gaping emotional void where any sense of narrative engagement or rooting interest in its characters should be. For the full, original review, from Screen International, click here. (Warner Bros., PG-13, 110 minutes)