Stephen Fry has apparently left Twitter in a huff after his disciples turned on him in response to a very, very stupid interview.

Since you all seemed to like our October Film Events blog (you lazy scamps), we’ve decided to make a habit of it. Read now, or be accused of wagon-jumping in a year’s time when BFF’s Film Events Blog is the new Time Out and Stephen Fry’s claiming he meets hygienic and available gentlemen in the comments thread. From Jewish festivals to Welsh horror, we’ve got it all!

You! Yes, you! What are you doing today? What’s that – you’re going to Bloomsbury to attend the Swedenborg Society’s first ever short film festival? We thought so.

The forthcoming M:I film is to be titled Mission: Impossible – Ghost Protocol. As if it could be made any more stupid or pointless.

Danny Boyle, who has been made a fellow of the BFI as this year’s London Film Festival draws to a close, finished off a season of first-class screenings with his best film since Trainspotting. Telling the true story of an American mountaineer who escaped certain death through an extraordinary act of courage, 127 Hours is a deeply compelling film which thrusts the viewer into the tortured body of its protagonist.

The most complete Darth Vader costume ever to reach auction is to be auctioned for an expected price of nearly a quarter of a million pounds. Gosh.

The subject of our antepenultimate visit to the BFI London Film Festival, Dear Doctor is a film made with all the grace one would expect of Japanese cinema. However, although its pace may be too slow for hyperactive Western audiences, its message is as relevant here as it is anywhere in the developed world. This is a beautiful film.

Warner Brothers has rescinded its decision to move The Hobbit away from New Zealand following disputes with actors’ unions.

Bruce Willis. Morgan Freeman. John Malkovich. Dame Helen Mirren. These are hefty names. It might seem reasonable to assume that a film capable of bringing them together would be pretty bloody special, mightn’t it? Unfortunately, it seems that all it takes is a production company with very deep pockets. Seeing Red is a truly unhappy experience which you are advised to avoid.

As the 54th BFI London Film Festival draws to a close, we had the pleasure of escaping into the Californian sunshine for two hours of a dreary Monday morning – only to discover that there’s just as much heartache sloshing around LA as there is here at Best For Film Towers. We might, in fact, even have less, because none of us were conceived through sperm donation and brought up by Annette Bening and Julianne Moore. Relatively unexperienced directrice Lisa Cholodenko presents a well-balanced and decidedly grownup drama which also manages to be deliciously funny.