I saw the Daniel Ellsberg doc in Toronto and found it stirring but fawning. Nobody cares about Tyler Perry films — they’re dependably bad, they make money, they go away. I saw 35 Shots of Rum, a worthy Claire Denis film, at last year’s Toronto Film Festival. I don’t know from Amreeka. I saw the better-than-decent The September Issue at Sundance and concluded that Anna Wintour wasn’t half the monster she’d been portrayed to be. I wasn’t even invited to see The Other Man, presumably for the usual reasons.

I can’t keep up. Well, I can but not as comprehensively as I’d like. Too many films are opening. I’ll feel better about this tomorrow.