Casting directors probably have one of the most important jobs in Hollywood. When it comes to getting somebody right for a role, all sorts of things have to be taken into consideration, like if they have the right look, or if they’re a cokehead who might just not turn up on set or whether or not they’re Jennifer Lawrence (so hot right now). Sometimes, casting directors take a chance and get it spot on – Heath Ledger as The Joker, anyone? Other times, they not only get it wrong. They get it really, really, weird.

The potential break-down of a marriage is rarely imagined as an area ripe for hilarity. To debut writer-director Dan Mazer, however, it’s rib-tickling gold. Those moments of crippling doubt as you wonder whether you’ve made a mistake; side-splitting! The anguish you feel over your attraction somebody else; uproarious! So, how does Mazer attempt to justify humour in the heartbreak? It’s easy, really – he simply writes protagonists so unlikeable that the audience never cares about them in the first place.

Please don’t be shit.

Ah, relationships. Those beautiful, successful people and their many, many problems.

It’s delicious! Grab a slice! etc.

In space Noomi can hear you scream.

Roland Emmerich is putting aside the disaster flicks for a moment and indulging in a bit of Shakespearean conspiracy theory. It’s silly, lavish and fairly good fun. But can we please all just agree that Shakespeare wrote his plays? Please? OK, cool.

One Day, the bestselling novel by David Nicholls, is a wonderful piece of work. Utterly romantic, it has drawn both male and female readers to it like flies to a honeypot. Did you get that? Both genders loved it. That’s worth a literary award in itself. But what of the movie adaptation? Well, in a very rare state of affairs, I’m completely torn between loving it and loathing it…