If 101 Dalmatians taught us anything, it’s that you should NEVER stop at 100. Just in case. And so, after debating whether our mammoth centennial edition of the weekly OWLs should have been the last ever one, we’ve decided to get back to the very important business of telling you your new opinions on film. Ready?
We know ‘centenary’ doesn’t just mean ‘hundredth’, but have you ever stretched out a single, citrussy idea into more than two years of blogs? Have you bollocks. As Best For Film’s least SEO-friendly feature ever celebrates its arrival into triple digits, we’ve rounded up a rogues’ gallery of our best and brightest writers to bring you simply the best ever low-down of the week’s movies. OWLs forever!
We might have to make this the last ever OWLs, just because the thought of writing the same blog one hundred times makes us feel so boring we’re in danger of self-destructing. So, goodbye from everyone at Best Fo… oh, who are we kidding? We’ll be back next week telling you to take a pillow if you’re going to see Lincoln, but for now settle back and prepare to be told your new opinions!
Can you hear the people sing, singing a song of miserable men? We’re not too miserable this week, but we are juicy – juicy with orange juice! And lemon juice! And this doesn’t really make sense, does it? No matter, there’s a load of new films out and you can see them for half price if you have a friend! Oh, do you not? Sorry.
Even as Christmas spirit swells in our hearts, the hallowed halls of Best For Film are tinged with sadness at the imminent prospect of another mass exodus. Yes, our sturdy intern team is very close to leaving us forever (until they pop in next week), and all the imminent Hobbity adventures in the world won’t make up for it. Do your worst, cinema, we’re already shattered.
It’s the most wonderful time of the year! With Hanukkah just around the corner and Kwanzaa on the horizon, now’s the time to cram in as much time at the local ‘plex as possible with this week’s OWLs. There’s a menorah’s worth of good films out at the moment; we’re utterly spoiled for choice! Naturally, the Crimbo death march continues, with Rise of the Guardians here to distract the mewling tots. They’d probably prefer Christopher Walken.
Next week we’ll be officially into Advent OWLs and all our oranges will have to be studded with cloves and full of candles and stuff (seriously, what is up with Christingle?), so you’d better seize this final opportunity to enjoy a blog about the week’s releases which isn’t saturated with Christmas nonsense. OH WAIT NATIVITY 2 IS OUT ALREADY. Balls.
As the year slows down and the sun is slowly beaten back by the forces of darkness, Best For Film is forced to rejuvenate its ranks week on week in a desperate attempt to keep the flame of reason burning in EC2. Who will arrive this week to reinforce us with cinematic quips and Luke Goss anecdotes? It’s a secret (not really, it’s Florrie)…
The rain notwithstanding, things are a bit dry at your local gigaplex this week. Fortunately, our squad of stalwart cinewarriors is on hand once more to shepherd you past the leering embrace of Adam Sandler’s henchmen and into safer, Affleckier waters. Just remember – if Kevin James had made Daredevil it probably would have been the highlight of his career.