"Other jewelled fragments of note, all of them more glittering than their settings: Mark Ruffalo as the Hulk in “The Avengers,” shy and half-embarrassed by the knowledge that he would, despite himself, turn green; Anne Hathaway, red-lipped, black-clad, and perfectly content, for so much of “The Dark Knight Rises,” with the pleasures of straight theft, before even she was overwhelmed by the dreary moral errands of the plot; and, along similar curved lines, Eva Green in the otherwise lustreless “Dark Shadows,” emitting more witchy pheromones than either Johnny Depp or Tim Burton could possibly handle."
Anthony Lane hits the nail on the head. So many pompous, bloated films this year containing more intriguing nuggets within their lumbering mass (although I enjoyed the majority of The Avengers).