Two years after appearing at Toronto for the infamous world premiere of Borat, director Larry Charles returned to the Ryerson last night with Religulous, a willfully controversial documentary in which Bill Maher travels the world to figure out why people believe in things they can’t prove.

The screening was greeted by what the filmmakers insisted were real protests (pictured); it "wouldn’t have been so lame if I’d hired them," Maher quipped. Ironically, Maher’s interview technique isn’t all that different from Borat’s, and your enjoyment of the movie probably depends on your preference of emcee. There are some illuminating interviews (with a Vatican astronomer, for instance, who’s found a way to reconcile science and faith), but Maher, true to form, often won’t let those clueless believers finish a thought. His bulldozing interrogations can be amusing, even insightful, but they won’t necessarily do any favors for his cause. According to Maher in the Q&A, the group that most hates him is not a religion but Australians, thanks to a tasteless Steve Irwin costume he wore last Halloween. ("I love you, though, mate!" shouted an Australian from what sounded like the balcony.)

No controversies, on the other hand, are likely to greet Kevin Smith’s Zack and Miri Make a Porno, which after several months of manufactured hype (including Seth Rogen and Elizabeth Banks’s parody of Sarah Silverman’s "I’m Fucking Matt Damon" video) is pretty much the movie you’d expect. The film starts with Rogen walking in on Banks relieving herself (a number two, for those of you looking for specifics), which is more or less representative of the level of humor throughout. The notion of filming a porno in a coffee bar is pretty funny; the maudlin material is another matter, and like Friday’s shockingly awful Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist (set in an alternate universe where high schoolers party like Paris Hilton), it takes the long way around to a foregone conclusion.

Apropos of nothing, here’s a picture from a breakfast hosted by Edward Norton and Tim Blake Nelson, who were promoting a new movie called Leaves of Grass—not merely a reference to marijuana, as one of the journalists assembled assumed, but to Walt Whitman.