Despite being loosely based on the invention of the vibrator, Hysteria isn’t very risqué, though it’s pleasurable enough. Hugh Dancy stars as Mortimer Granville, a Victorian-era doctor who cures women’s mental ailments by using his fingers to... umm... provide a deep tissue massage.

When Nadine Labaki’s Where Do We Go Now? won the People’s Choice Award at last year’s TIFF, it shouldn’t have been that surprising. Despite dealing with a hot-button issue – the strife between Christians and Muslims in the Middle East – it’s a surefire crowd-pleaser that makes politics go down easy. Labaki could concoct a Molotov cocktail that tastes like a Bellini.

If you can drink bottled water after watching Jessica Yu’s Last Call At The Oasis, your capacity for denial is spectacular.

Quirkiness in movies should be style, not substance, but in Jesus Henry Christ it’s the entire raison d’être.

Chernobyl Diaries isn’t a found-footage movie – not technically, anyway. But producer/co-writer Oren Peli (who gave us the original Paranormal Activity) and director Brad Parker appropriate the pinwheeling handheld aesthetic we’ve come to associate with the genre to give their horror creeper a jittery energy, amping up the suspense by forcing us to share the characters’ panicked perspective.

Men In Black 3 arrives 10 years after the last one, and the jokes haven’t changed much: Will Smith’s Agent J is still getting himself knocked around by giant CG aliens and goggling at the wonders of the universe, and Tommy Lee Jones’s Agent K is still a taciturn buzz-kill.