If you like Amanda Seyfried, and I do despite the career doldrums induced by In Time, Red Riding Hood and Dear John, Gone is not the antidote to her recent bad choices. It's a substandard thriller that traps Seyfried in the role of Jill Parrish (Amanda Seyfried), a waitress the police believe cried wolf by claiming she'd escaped a crazed kidnapper. Now, a year later, Jill – hyped up on anxiety pills – comes home to find her sister gone. She's sure it's the same rapey-eyed maniac and goes in pursuit. That's the premise and I'm sure a talent like David Fincher could make something of it. But Brazilian director Heitor Dhalia merely recycles bump-in-the-night thriller tropes. There's no thrill in Gone because you can see every surprise coming. It lies there flapping like a dying fish. Skip it.

“I'm Yours”

Jason Mraz re-emerged after his disappointing second album with this lead single, a Jack Johnson-esque ditty about giving yourself fully to someone else. The success of the reggae-tinged song (it earned two Grammy nods and a spot on the Billboard singles chart for well over a year) was something the folk-pop singer never predicted when he wrote it in 15 minutes at home. "I played a happy-hippie chord progression that would probably work without 50 different Bob Marley songs," he told Rolling Stone. "I thought, 'It's too novelty. This is a nursery rhyme,'" concluding that "you can never guess what's gonna be a hit."