After a quick nosh in the lounge, and while Kristin enjoyed her downtime and sought the ever-elusive data signal in Tower Center, I started a kind of trilogy of unconventional romances.

The first was an Eastern European film that Kristin declined due to their reputation as fairly dour, uneventful exercises in patience. However, “Baikonur” avoided these pitfalls and presented a funny and often charming story about a space-obsessed young man on the Kazakh steppes who rescues and falls in love with a crash-landed cosmonaut. It took a little while to really get moving, but once it did it easily held its own with any western romantic comedy I’ve seen recently.

The latter two films Kristin already described. While they included the topic in different ways, both “Shuffle” and “Headhunters” turned on a love story at pivotal moments. In retrospect, the three films complemented each other in a way I would never have expected.

And that’s a big part of the reason I’ve enjoyed coming down to this festival the last couple years.

Kristin already gave pretty apt descriptions of the first two films of the day (seriously, what was “The Woman in the Fifth” about? I swear, they left about 15 minutes on the cutting room floor that explain everything and they just omitted it to make viewers question their own sanity).

Anyway, while Kristin went off to see her heartwarming movies about people and dogs (I love dogs, I just don’t always love movies about loving dogs), I finished the requisite gigantic plate of food court Chinese foods and hit up my last two movies of the day.

The first, creatively titled “Superthief” was a documentary about a native Clevelander who pulled off a massive bank robbery in California. It was definitely a hit with the crowd, but movies about local heroes and antiheroes tend to be. Unfortunately an already tight overlap with my next movie was exacerbated by a lengthy introduction to the screening, so I had to cut out before the end.

But that turned okay, because my fourth movie, a streamlined adaptation of Matthew Lewis’s 18th-century Gothic novel “The Monk” turned out to be quite good. It’s a slow burn horrorshow, eschewing blood and guts for a relentless atmosphere and killer ending.

And yeah, after the drive this morning straight into multiple screenings, I was all for calling it a day. Tomorrow night, though, I’m thinking we do need to check out the Winking Lizard, ’cause with a name like that, how could you not?