Superhero films are big, big, BIG business, and the last decade’s worth of cinema has seen so many unitards and tooled leather boots I’m surprised it hasn’t run off to join the chorus line of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert. The days of the latest capering crusader being consigned to the 80s bargain bin alongside Surf Nazis Must Die! and Over-sexed Rugsuckers from Mars (both real titles – check them out or die unfulfilled) are long over.

Rosemary’s Baby director Roman Polanski has been released from house arrest after Swiss authorities refused to extradite him to America.

Love him or hate him, everyone has an opinion on the floppy-haired casanova that is Hugh Grant. He certainly sparked a reaction from our writers here at Best for Film! Have a gander at our latest rantings/ravings and let us know which camp you fall into.

Supervillain flick Despicable Me has knocked The Twilight Saga: Eclipse from the top of the US box office chart with an evil laugh-worthy $60m opening week.

Whatever happened to SatC’s spark? The programme’s USP was originally its progressive approach to modern women with modern sex lives, but at what point did someone think that ‘Cynthia Nixon getting them out’ constituted a sociosexual statement?

Generally speaking, romantic comedies fail to deliver on at least half their remit. So when you find a film which genuinely makes your heart ache as much as your stomach, it’s worth celebrating. Heartbreaker is just such a film.

Trailblazing actress Whoopi Goldberg is to join the cast of West End musical Sister Act, eighteen years after starring in the original film.

Here at BFF, independent cinemas are what we’re all about. Who wants to pay £15 to visit a bland and mass-produced multiplex when you can search out an exciting and unique one-off venue? Not us, that’s who! So with that in mind, here’s the first in a series of features on our favourite independent cinemas. This week, it’s the jewel of the Notting Hill film scene: the lordly Coronet.

Sherlock Holmes had so much potential. The Great Detective is deathless and compelling, and as sublimely paired with Doctor Watson as whiskey and getting dumped by text. Therefore, the obvious thing to do with this archetypal Englishman – reserved, clinical, supremely intelligent – is to hand his canon to a laddish director best known for marrying Madonna. Isn’t it?