Bringing Up Bobby, Famke Janssen’s directorial debut, is an excellent example of why some actors should stay in front of the camera. Although it’s reasonably well put-together, any attempt at drama, or comedy, or pathos comes off as aggressively soporific. You’ll spend less time watching the film than wondering if Milla Jovovich’s character is a paedophile. Flat, boring and stupid, no one need subject themselves to this rancid cinematic cheese.

The sequel will be set 20 years after the 1996 original. Or something. Whatever.

With the news that Fox has cancelled the 3D post-conversion of the16 year old Independence Day, we’re celebrating by imitating Randy Quaid. The alcoholic part, not the kamikaze pilot part. Saying that, after this epic drinking game we’ll be down for anything. With a multitude of awful lines, a plethora of pregnant pauses and Data from Star Trek: The Next Generation being molested by a tentacle monster, Independence Day is an awesomely terrible movie that deserves your tribute. Doesn’t anybody have any vodka left!?

Roland Emmerich continues his heroic quest to earn the animosity of every single person on planet Earth

With Barack Obama’s long road to keeping the White House finally over, let’s cast an eye back and explore the truly great presidents of history. Eight of them are fictional and one doesn’t have a name, but they remain icons of dignity, sleaziness, oratory and badassery. Everything we should expect from the man in charge.

You know who’s great? President Barack Obama. Not only is he unsettlingly charismatic he has also just declared (finally) that he is in favour of same sex marriage, effectively kicking all his Republican opponents in their rigidly conservative/homophobic nuts. TAKE THAT TO YO’ TEA PARTY, NEWT. In honour of this momentous occasion (and also to herald the almost release of this gem), BFF brings you the Top Ten list of movie presidents (both fictional and non-fictional for double the pleasure!).

Arguments make the world go round – that’s a bit of science for you. And on Fridays, it’s best to loosen your bottle-tops, your pants and your jaws, and go full pelt around a topic of contention. Today, two of our heavy-weight nonsense-jabbers have a fight about Independence Day: is it classic, or codswallop? Read on…

Consummate landscape smasher Roland Emmerich isn’t happy, or so it seems, with killing us all off with global warming, Godzilla or Mayan predictive chicanery. No. He wants us to suffer more and more pain, to constantly jack up the glitzy blitz of our apocalypses, trumping our destruction each time with yet another continent-melting conceit. You might even begin to think he’s some sort of sadist. This, to be honest, would explain his palpable delight in noisily offing humanity every other film.