It’s lunchtime, and I’m eating a rather disappointing BLT with a lukewarm can of G&T on one of SouthWest Trains’ longer and more bumpy routes through deepest darkest Hampshire while the sun beams down outside. Frankly, this article title was designed to incite jealousy and – although Hollywood is overflowing with unforgettable onscreen dishes – many of the meals on this list are horrendous, if only to help my mental wellbeing. Bon appétit!
Cults! Can’t live with ’em, can’t run away from ’em without being burnt alive as a human sacrifice to the pleasure gods. Over the years, cults – with all their hifalutin child eating and wicker brandishing – have inspired many a filmmaker to get their crazy deeds up on the big screen. And, as seen most recently in Paul Thomas Anderson’s The Master, they’re still hot stuff. So, in honour of the release of PTA’s film, but mainly because BY THE BEARD OF THE HARVEST GOD we love a good sacrificial killing, BFF presents you with the Top Ten Cults in Film. Warning: contains boobs and fire, obviously.
Already feeling the onset of Olympic Blues? Head on down to Somerset House for twelve nights of outdoor cinema screenings – incredible films in an incredible location are just the ticket to lift London’s spirit back up to those dizzying heights of Olympic fever.
Film classification has come a long way since a Birth of a Nation was banned in several American cities in 1915. However, with recent decisions bringing censorship back into the spotlight, it begs the question of whether it’s still relevant or tenable in its current form.