One of Liberace’s favourite sayings was “Too much of a good thing is wonderful”. Behind The Candelabra has taken this to heart. Bold, beautiful and brisk, Steven Soderbergh’s adaptation of Scott Thorson’s revealing autobiography hits a truly marvelous balance between reverence and truth. Michael Douglas as Liberace is a wonderful showman, but the true fascination to be found in the film is the peculiar yet oddly sweet relationship between him and Matt Damon’s Scott. Perfect performances, beautiful direction and more hot tub scenes you could shake a diamond-encrusted fur coat at make Behind The Candelabra a masterpiece of cinema.

People have jams nowadays don’t they? Like, they don’t have interests or hobbies, they have jams? Don’t lie to me, I know it’s true, I’ve seen it on the Twitter – “so and so is my jam”, “this song is totally my JAM!” – yeah? Well, in the spirit of seeming up to date, Werner Herzog is most definitely my jam.

Bringing Up Bobby, Famke Janssen’s directorial debut, is an excellent example of why some actors should stay in front of the camera. Although it’s reasonably well put-together, any attempt at drama, or comedy, or pathos comes off as aggressively soporific. You’ll spend less time watching the film than wondering if Milla Jovovich’s character is a paedophile. Flat, boring and stupid, no one need subject themselves to this rancid cinematic cheese.