The harrowing story of an intersex teenager struggling to establish her identity. Or is that his identity? See, even we’re confused…

Mike Leigh’s gentle send-up of neighbourly relations is as enjoyable now as it was in the Seventies.

Andrei Filipov was once the greatest conductor the Bolshoi Orchestra had ever seen. Thirty years later, deposed and disgraced, he cleans the theatre where he once strove for musical perfection. His ambitions seem forever lost, until one day he stumbles across a message which promise him a last shot at giving the performance of a lifetime…

For anyone who is debating whether to see Toy story 3 this summer, I can assure you that you will not be disappointed. Pixar delivers another side-splitting, visual masterpiece guaranteed to have you smiling (and maybe crying, but just a little).

With the final instalment of the Toy Story trilogy opening in cinemas this week, it’s no wonder that parents (and grown-ups furtively pretending to be parents in order to justify their DVD collection) are stocking up on the celebrated parts one and two. Already being hailed as one of history’s most successful film trilogies, it looks like we’ll be seeing a lot more DVD love from Woody, Buzz and the entire Toy Story team. And we couldn’t be happier about it.

Christopher Nolan continues on his one man mission to illustrate that the terms ‘genius’ and ‘blockbuster’ need not be mutually exclusive with his film Inception. A mystery, wrapped in an enigma, tied up with a dream, Inception is a a cinematic puzzle that to solve is to love.

Before watching I Hate Luv Storys I was a Bollywood virgin. I was aware of some of its conventions – its vibrancy, its musicality, the way it revels in artifice – but beyond that I was painfully naïve. So, armed with my postage-stamp sized amount of knowledge of Hindi cinema, I set about popping my Bollywood cherry. Sadly, like so many hungover 16 year olds, I find myself instantly regretting this awkward first encounter. Bloated, dull and repetitive, I Hate Luv Storys has nothing to offer beyond reheated romantic clichés from Hollywood and Bollywood alike.

Is it worse to feel too little, or too much? Leaving, by Catherine Corsini gives us a sharp, tight insight into a life turned upside-down by love, and unflinchingly explores what we are willing to sacrifice for our own happiness. It’s grubby, sweaty, undignified and often difficult to watch, but thanks to excellent direction and gorgeous performances all round this film manages to breathe a cool grace into its hot and sticky material.

Five years seems to be the appropriate mourning period which passes between a humanitarian disaster and its accompanying movies. But after Oliver Stone’s lumpen adaptation of the 9/11 attacks, Rachid Bouchareb’s look at the aftermath of the London bombings is well worth a watch.

To go or not to go, ‘it all begins…with a choice’. If you are able to stomach the sickly musings of young love, then I promise you will be rewarded by the visuals of this captivating story.