From the humans behind Despicable Me, The Secret Life of Pets is poised to be the must-watch film of 2016. Set in Manhattan, the film provides a hilarious look at what our pets get up to after we go to work.

A terrier named Max has the perfect life with his loving owner, but things take a turn for the worse when Max’s owner adopts a sloppy mongrel named Duke. Yes I know – it’s essentially Toy Story again, but it’s a good premise. Their personal problems are pushed aside when they find out that an adorable white bunny named Snowball is building an army of abandoned pets determined to take revenge on all happily-owned pets and their owners. There’s action, friendship, slap-stick and general mayhem. Also, I predict, serious merchandising opportunities.

The cute factor balances the plot’s inherent pathos nicely. A head-banging, heavy-metal loving French poodle is topped only by a dachshund enjoying a massage from a mix-master. Seeing the little sausage dog chilling with the kitchen appliance is seriously side-splitting. Whoever you are, and whether or not you love animals, you’ll love this movie.

Bridget Jones’s Baby is the third film in a series of British rom-coms following the self-proclaimed spinster and lunatic, Bridget Jones (Zellweger).

The previous films, loosely based on Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice (not so subtly including the brooding and gorgeous love interest, Mr. Darcy himself, Colin Firth), follows a thirty-something single woman whose self-reflection towards her tragic and hilarious personal life is shamelessly recorded into a diary. Through this, she attempts to organise her life and avoid repeating past mistakes with her career, her family, friends, and particularly her love life.

Bridget Jones is awkward and relatable, aided by her sassy and dry British humour and a flair for the saucy, ridiculous, and embarrassing. The last film left us with Bridget and Mr. Darcy living happily ever after… but, now, not so much. In an upsetting but realistic turn of events, Bridget is now in her forties, and single again after having just broken up with Mr. Darcy. Whilst focussing her energy into her career, a new and quite appropriate man (McDreamy himself, Patrick Dempsey) arrives on the scene. In only the most apt and inelegant fashion, for which we have become accustomed to our little Bridget, she finds out that she is pregnant, but is not quite sure who the father is.

This guilty pleasure is a follow-up for the lovers of the first two films (of which I can admit, almost without a hint of shame, that I am one).