Happy Ballantine’s Day, everyone! That’s where whether you’re in a relationship or not, you take a moment to ignore all the hearts-and-flowers crap and have a stiff drink, because it’s cold outside and why the hell not.

Or you could go to a movie, I guess. There are a few of those happening …

About Last Night: Boy, the ’80s are back with a vengeance, huh?

Endless Love: Boy, the ’80s are back with a vengeance, huh?

Gloria: Paulina Garcia gives her all as a middle-aged woman dealing with sudden singlehood in this Chilean drama, which Susan quite liked at TIFF.

Here Comes the Devil: Cold Sweat and Penumbra director Adrian Garcia Bogliano’s latest is a conscious throwback to creepy ’70s Euro-horror. It doesn’t quite work, in the end, but it sure does have its moments.

Pussy Riot: A Punk Prayer: Perhaps a hair less urgent now that the band is free and safe, but Mike Lerner and Maxim Pozdorovkin’s Hot Docs cause celebre is still well worth a watch now that it’s in commercial release.

7 Boxes: A Paraguayan teenager takes an odd job guarding the eponymous cargo for a no-goodnik, only to find said no-goodnik was up to no good. I have a feeling Jose would say that description is as unnecessarily overcomplicated as the movie itself.

Winter’s Tale: Some people will make Akiva Goldsman’s ludicrous romantic fantasy their Valentine’s Day movie. Those people will emerge looking sideways at one another, wondering if they’ve been roofied. I feel for them, I really do.