Gwyneth Paltrow captured our hearts when she played a pom

It's hard to believe, but there was a time when the world wasn't thoroughly sick of Gwyneth Paltrow. It's difficult to say what turned the tide: marrying into Coldplay; blogging about how ordinary people should be more like movie stars; the global financial crisis; there are many theories.

My personal opinion is that we turned on her after she stopped pretending to be English. It was as a pom that she won our hearts, and an Oscar, and in Sliding Doors (Gem, 8.30pm) Gwyneth shone in the slightly tricky role of two Englishwomen who are actually the same Englishwoman.

A slightly philosophical tale directed by Peter Howitt, who used to be Joey Boswell in Bread, the movie that proved Paltrow could be English in the modern day as well as period dress, follows Gwyneth as a young woman whose career is going off the rails while her boyfriend cheats on her in their bed.

The crucial moment arrives when our heroine is running for her train home and the storyline splits into two legs of the trousers of time: one Gwyneth catches the train and, consequently, her caddish beau; the other Gwyneth fails to get between the sliding doors, and so carries on unaware of the bastard's bastardly ways. The first Gwyneth changes her haircut to help anyone who might happen to be observing her life in parallel universes, and we're off and away with a rather pleasant romantic comedy that flicks back and forth between You-Go-Girl Gwyneth, who uses her heartbreak as a launching pad to take control of her life, and Dramatic-Irony Gwyneth, who doesn't know her man is playing around with a bitchy American and is having a hell of a time.

As loveable as Gwyneth is when not using her real voice, the shining light of the movie is the wonderful John Hannah, who was one of the 1990s' most loveable Scotsmen and quite believable as the sort of man a lady might fall for after he quotes Monty Python to her. But in the end, the question to be resolved is one of destiny: random chance might make an enormous difference but can the iron law of happy endings overcome chaos theory?

Where Sliding Doors cloaks its philosophy in fluffy romance, Twelve Monkeys (7MATE, 11pm) pushes its own musings on humanity in more bizarre and science-fictiony directions. Bruce Willis is a convict sent backwards in time to prevent the devastation of the human race by a deadly virus. Brad Pitt is a twitchy lunatic, and has never been better. The whole thing is twisted and confusing: blink and you'll find it impossible to follow; don't blink and you might anyway. Unsurprisingly it is helmed by Terry Gilliam, a man who seeks to baffle and unsettle as much as he ever tries to entertain.