Last night I was watching Richard Eyre’s dismal “The Other Man,” a plodding and ridiculous adultery drama wherein Liam Neeson discovers via laptop snooping that his shoe designer wife, played by Laura Linney, is cheating on him with Italian playboy Antonio Banderas. Actually, it turns out Banderas, who delivers some of the cheesiest dialogue I’ve heard a the festival and looks like a midget when the much-taller Neeson starts stalking him, is really a janitor and Linney has actually died of cancer (depicted in a series of flashbacks). Good luck selling this one. There are so many grim films here that festival goers could be forgiven if they thought they’d arrived at Sundance early. Keira Knightley gets raped in the excellent “The Dutchess” and Julianne Moore gets raped in the abysmal “Blindness,” where everyone except her goes blind. “Hunger” is a true story about a man who starved himself to death. Even in one of the Toronto’s most popular tiles, the central character ends up dying in the end. I’m not going to identify this title, because you might actually end up seeing this one.