I saw two perfectly fine, but not great, films:
The Last Letter from Your Lover. A journalist finds a letter and is intrigued by the love story it is part of, trying to find out more. The story cuts between the old love story and the new one, in a way that shouts "hey, hasn't it changed now!" in a way that I suspect the original book did much more subtly - I've not read it, but it's by Jojo Moyes, and I read The Giver of Stars the other week, which was subtle and lovely. Here, the subtlety comes across as just a bit too "so what?". Still cried, but it just doesn't quite hit the highpoint the way it might. I'm sure that's because they've tried to stay true to the structure of the book which hasn't quite worked. Also feels like the filmmakers fought battles over, say, modern communication, when they ought to have concentrated elsewhere.
Stillwater. Matt Damon is a foolish American trying to free his daughter from a French prison. Slow and often gripping, with an unsatisfactory ending - the very end is abrupt, but thoughtful enough and fine, but there are a few turns right at the end that seemed a bit thrown in to tie it up. Lots of different ways to see it, much more satisfying as a look at acceptance or American isolationism than, say, throwing any light on the Amanda Know story. It's fair enough to come at it from that way - there are obvious parallels, and Knox is annoyed by it - but it makes the film opinionated and annoying. Oh, and Camille Cottin is slender but my word, her arms. It annoys me when they're overlooked in casting for super/everyday hero stuff, but she looks the part for any of those parts.