Another Ninja Turtles origin story, Hollywood’s third attempt at reinventing the heroes in a half-shell story following the 1980s Golden Harvest co-productions and Michael Bay’s brash, testosterone-fuelled reboots in the 2010s (which seemingly reimagined the turtles on steroids). This version, from Seth Rogan and Evan Goldberg’s Point Grey Pictures (purveyors of usually smutty, stoner comedies like Sausage Party and the Bad Neighbours films), is the best yet at capturing the turtles’ hormonal teenage dilemmas and brotherly bond, pitched more as a coming-of-age story only with added nunchakus and giant neon mutants. Their sensei Splinter (excellently voiced by Jackie Chan) is also repositioned as less of a stoic disciplinarian and more of an overly protective and embarrassing dad. The film’s sensitive moments are surprisingly affecting, as the turtles crave acceptance from humans while living a marginalised half-life from within the sewers of New York, sneaking out incognito to catch late-night screenings of Ferris Bueller’s Day Off or an Adele concert. As for their martial arts training, Splinter is shown to have developed his ninja skills by watching kung fu movies – illustrated with a neat in-joke using a clip of a young Jackie Chan. In between the zeitgeist banter of the turtles and their only human friend – the budding young high-school reporter April O’Neil – are sublime slices of old school hip hop (Cypress Hill, A Tribe Called Quest and so on). The soundtrack blends beautifully with the film’s vivid sketches of New York in sequences that play more to the parents in the room than their kids. The animation also conjures up a retro aesthetic, adopting a deliberately hand-drawn style highlighting the artifice in its creation while also feeling tactile, surely in reference to the original hit cartoon series. It’s genuinely funny, too, with a great voice cast – including Ice Cube as a massive mutant fly, flanked by a gang of completely bizarro freak-shows. This has something for everybody.