Things are supposed to slow down as TIFF enters its final movement, but I’m still a little rushed. This morning, I’ve got to write up my interview with the directors of the excellent documentary “Presumed Guilty“, and then I’m off to another wave of sit-downs and screenings. But the end is in sight, and about bloody time.

Also, it’s Friday, so there are movies to see.

“Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs”: A children’s book becomes the latest 3D CGI family comedy. Andrew liked it a lot, and anything that exposes wee ones to Bill Hader and Anna Faris is fine by me.

“The Informant!“: Steven Soderbergh’s latest challenge to himself: Make a corporate comedy set in the first half of the 1990s from the perspective of its doltish, self-deluding protagonist. Matt Damon is frankly incredible in this, but he makes it look so easy that no one’s going to notice.

“Jennifer’s Body“: Diablo Cody’s script isn’t all it’s cracked up to be (and director Karyn Kusama doesn’t know how to sell its sillier aspects), but Megan Fox and Amanda Seyfried have real chemistry, and the horror stuff — as photographed by the talented M. David Mullen — is fun. Lower your expectations appropriately.

“Love Happens”: In which the understanding Jennifer Aniston helps a grieving Aaron Eckhart find his smile, or something. The title alone suggests the studio just didn’t care, so why should we?

“Pour Elle”: Diane Kruger goes from “Inglourious Basterds” to regular old infamy in Fred Cavaye’s thriller, playing a woman accused of murder whose husband (Vincent Lindon) must find a way to break her out of le prison. Glenn says it works, but not as well as it could have … and it’ll be on DVD in ten days, so don’t knock yourself out rushing to the Royal.