The Death Of Robin Hood (15,122 mins)Verdict: We were robbedRating: Two starsThis week's big release is The Death Of Robin Hood, starring Hugh Jackman and Jodie Comer.If you are fondly imagining something along the lines of Sean Connery and Audrey Hepburn's wistful look at ageing in the tender 1970s classic Robin And Marian, think again.This gory, ultra-violent onslaught is more like The Sherwood Chainsaw Massacre (if chainsaws had been invented in 1247).Forget men in tights. A grizzled, battle-scarred Robin (Jackman) – sporting matted furs and an Old Testament beard that Roy Keane might envy – is slogging his way through a Pythonesque Britain awash with blood, mud and peasantry.Mythologised as a champion of the meek, this Hood is permanently on the run from the vengeful descendants of his victims; a self-declared 'monster' who 'robbed and killed for the joy of it'.And he's not exaggerating. A good half of the movie – if you can bear to watch, through your fingers – sees Robin and a very un-Merrie Little John (Bill Skarsgard, who played Pennywise the clown in It) energetically butcher their way through entire families of men, women and children for no discernible reason. This week's big release is The Death Of Robin Hood, starring Hugh Jackman and Jodie ComerPossibly that's the fault of the mumbled dialogue; you'll be crying out for subtitles, not least due to Hugh's interesting Nottingham accent.Eventually, a wounded Robin is forced to stop killing for a moment and seek healing at an idyllic island priory run by a kindly prioress (Comer).Here, he gruffly cares for Little John's daughter (Faith Delaney) and befriends a leper (Murray Bartlett), who speaks like The Little Book Of Zen and tells him it's 'never too late to find peace'. Whether you'll hang on until he does is another matter.Jackman and Comer are marvellous talents, but writer-director Michael Sarnoski (Pig) leaves them scrabbling for scraps.Jackman digs deep but we never find the real Robin beneath the hood. And over the course of two punishing hours, we really should.Late Fame (15,96 mins)Verdict: The write stuffRating: Three starsLate Fame offers a warmer, more winning take on male legend-making.Willem Dafoe is pitch-perfect as Ed Saxberger, a forgotten 1970s New York poet measuring out his twilight years in a postal sorting office – until he is taken up by an adoring coterie of polo-neck-sporting bright young things.'There's nothing more exciting than a rediscovered male genius,' Greta Lee's flirtatious actress-turned-cabaret singer tells him. She's the group's older, Sally Bowles-style muse – and its only actual professional.A witty look at today's shallow yearning for authenticity, it also asks what it really means to be an artist – and who gets to be one.This curious little comedy-drama may not add up to much, and leaves several loose threads dangling. But Dafoe and Lee are delectable. I'd happily watch it again. Late Fame's Willem Dafoe is pitch-perfect as Ed Saxberger, a forgotten 1970s New York poet measuring out his twilight years in a postal sorting office – until he is taken up by an adoring coterie of polo-neck-sporting bright young thingsGail Daughtry And The Celebrity Sex Pass (15,94 mins)Verdict: Sex and the sillyRating: Two stars Now to Gail Daughtry And The Celebrity Sex Pass, a silly Marmite sex comedy – if Hollywood had Marmite. You'll either adore it or be allergic.Zoey Deutch (Nouvelle Vague) plays the excruciatingly perky Gail, a naive Kansas hairdresser whose fiancé and childhood sweetheart cashes in his celebrity 'sex pass' option – the famous person someone in a committed relationship is supposedly allowed to sleep with.I won't reveal his choice, because that's actually quite funny. But the betrayal sends Gail on a quirky revenge mission to Tinseltown, to bed her own celebrity crush: Jon Hamm – though it's Hamm's Mad Men co-star John Slattery, gamely sending himself up, who steals the show.A tiresomely wacky spin on The Wizard Of Oz, sprinkled with starry cameos, it has a goofball, Bill & Ted kind of enthusiasm that gradually wore me down… in a good way.Because once you start to giggle – despite yourself, in this case – you've had it. Now to Gail Daughtry And The Celebrity Sex Pass, a silly Marmite sex comedy – if Hollywood had Marmite. You'll either adore it or be allergicAll three films in cinemas now.