Simple, clever, funny and kind, self-styled “cancer comedy” 50/50 offers a lot more than its marketing might suggest. A brilliantly aware, honest look at a tale that one in three of us will live with; wonderful writing, careful casting and Seth Rogan at his thankfully un-irritating best make this an absolute masterclass.

They’re remaking Footloose?! FOOTLOOSE?! Well, yes, but hear me out; you can put your pitchforks and capital letters away as they won’t be needed here. While ostensibly a classic, the original Footloose was no masterpiece, it wasn’t infallible, and it certainly does not constitute hallowed ground. Not that that stops director Craig Brewer from treating it thusly, Footloose knows exactly what it is: a contemporary feel-good film with an unusually rich heritage, and it’s all the better for it.

Louise Wimmer is a film about a divorced French cleaning woman in her late forties who lives in her car. Couldn’t be less tempted, could you? OH, YE OF LITTLE FAITH! Touching without being sentimental and instructive while resisting preachiness, this is a likely-to-be-missed gem which you’d do well to catch.

The debut feature from award-winning LFS graduate Julian Kerridge, Seamonsters is as full of aspiration as the teenagers whose story it tells. If only it had their flair. Determined to cram every possible plotline going into an hour and a half of frenetic nonsense, this is a far worse film than its talented young stars deserved.

Set over the only two days of the week we don’t despise, Weekend tracks a brief, fiercely intense romance that blossoms unexpectedly after a one-night stand. Lovely performances and canny direction elevates what could be a fairly slow-moving mumblecore flick into something quite special, presenting a refreshingly honest account of the joys and frustrations of sudden, deeply inconvenient passion.

Say what you like about the Big Society, we’re undoubtedly a nation built on Rowan Atkinson’s eyebrows. A paper-thin, utterly ridiculous and guiltily enjoyable romp through MI7’s most unlikely adventures – Johnny English Reborn would be nonsense if it weren’t in such safe hands.

Paul WS Anderson has committed the greatest act of cultural rape since Stephenie Meyer thought “Whitby and dogs are all very well, but none of it’s really sparkly enough…”. The Three Musketeers is plagiarised from so many disparate sources that I can scarcely keep up with them – unfortunately, however, Alexandre Dumas’ classic romance isn’t among them. This film is unforgivable.

Steven Soderbergh calls in a lot of favours for his all-star pandemic flick Contagion. By keeping hysteria to a minimum, upping the class-factor and refusing to pander to the tropes of the traditional catastrophe-buster, he’s produced a film that is as cold and clinical as the disease it follows. It’s certainly effective phobia-mongering, but it’s not exactly a great night out.

Filmmaker Tristen Patterson followed sometime pro-skateboarder Josh “Screech” Sandoval for a year in order to create his slice-of-life documentary Dragonslayer. The result is a thoughtful, subtle and – if at times a little frustrating – largely engrossing film that manages to both revel in a world of time well-wasted, as well as nudging us unapologetically in the direction of its consequences. It’s not going to change your life, but it’s a loving little homage all the same.

In this fast-paced drama from executive producers Gael García Bernal and Diego Luna, Stephanie Sigman stars as a willowy Mexican lass whose dream of becoming Miss Baja California is put on hold by her unexpected meeting with a violent cartel leader. Think Miss Congeniality, but with brutal gangland reprisals and a bit of rape.