Innocence (15)<br></br> Four Brothers (15)<br></br> Goal! (12A)<br></br> Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo (15)<br></br>

A disarming stillness governs the camera, which focuses impassively on the faces and figures of the pubescent students, dressed in virginal white uniforms. No telling what it "really" means, but its subdued erotic languor is suggestive of something Jane Campion might have made in times gone by.

Four Brothers (15)

A saintly old woman is shot dead in a Detroit liquor-store hold-up, and her four adoptive sons, led by Mark Wahlberg, return home to seek vengeance on her killer. Quite what has happened to John Singleton in the years since Boyz n the Hood is anyone's guess, but this latest action drama is about as subtle as a sledgehammer and almost as violent as his remake of Shaft.

He's recruited a decent cast, including Terrence Howard, Andre Benjamin and our own Chiwetel Ejiofor, but their contribution goes to waste amid the reactionary machismo and slam-bang set pieces.

Goal! (12A)

Unfortunately released at a time when the Premiership's reputation is at rock bottom, Danny Cannon's football drama isn't likely to win support from the emptying terraces. Its rags-to-riches arc offers practically nothing in the way of surprise or novelty, being the story of a young Latino footballer (Kuno Becker) who's spotted in Los Angeles by kindly talent scout Stephen Dillane and given a trial at Newcastle United.

Paternal disapproval and chronic asthma first threaten his progress, then his friendship with a spoilt superstar (Alessandro Nivola) makes him easy prey for a tabloid stitch-up. Yet these obstacles are no sooner thrown in his path than they disappear in a Tyneside fog of clichés.

Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo (15)

Now here's a character richly undeserving of a sequel, even if Rob Schneider did manage to invest the hopeless gigolo of the first movie with something approximating charm. This time round he's in Amsterdam with his pimp friend TJ (Eddie Griffin), trying to discover who's been murdering the top gigolos - sorry, "highest-paid he-bitches" - of Europe.

The quotient of gross-out gags and sniggering puerility is toxically high, yet once again Schneider does just enough to raise the prospect of a second sequel. I'd very much like never to see it.