Magda Knight has forgotten more about owls than you could ever hope to learn. When she isn’t weaving her dark magic all over Best For Film she enjoys pretentious coffee, careless whispers, gardening and learning to play the violin (not all at once), and can frequently be found charging round forests with a big rubber sword. If she had to be a character from Trolls 2 she’d be the exploding corn on the cob, which probably tells you all you need to know about her.

Roxane has come a long way since she was a small Asian boy who went on wacky adventures with an incredibly handsome archaeologist who for some disturbing reason carried a whip everywhere and kept going into rooms with strange ladies and they would make funny sounds and she’d cover her ears and cry… a long way.

My movie namesake describes me thus: “She’s the devil incarnate. She’s Christine. Body by Plymouth, soul by Satan.”
When I am not busy mowing people over in the guise of a ’58 Plymouth Fury possessed by hell, you are likely to find me being stalked by operatic phantoms and demon goats. Oh, and when I was eleven I ran a website dedicated exclusively to cats (not of the musical kind). That last part is actually true.

Andrew is an old man who lives in his bedroom with his laptop it is his friend. Andrew likes films. He has liked films for such a long time he almost did not notice that most of the time they are not very good. But then a few years ago he did notice, but he still watches the films anyway and in his reviews he is generally nice about them but secretly he has not liked the films. If you have made a film do not show it to Andrew as he will not like your film.

BFF’s resident Literary Correspondent. Lazy doyenne of Netflix Nightmares; sous-chef of BFF Presents…; story-teller, nosey-parker, likes food.

HELLO. I’m K-Sket (never Katie) and when I’m not nursing a knitted brow on the Tube reading something far beyond my admittedly mediocre intellect I like Christopher Hitchens, anything Angela Bassett is in and polo (the sort on a horse, not the wet variety with men in trunks, unfortunately), and believe gin can solve any problem. I don’t like Liquorice Allsorts or anything by Wiz Khalifa and my loftiest dream is to reach whatever level of power it is where I can have an assistant named Tarquin.

I’m Hannah. I spent the last few years being a media lackey before waking up one morning and crying out “enough of this madness!” Since that momentous moment I have been pondering script ideas and watching too many bad movies (Chernobyl Diaries anyone? The Princess Diaries 2?) When I’m not ranting at anyone who will listen about my opinions on films, dust and life in general, I spend most of my time pretending that I am Rachel Weisz in The Mummy. Why can’t archaeology actually be that much fun?!

I have an almost entirely pointless degree in Biological Anthropology, which means I can’t get a real job, but I can identify and classify all the primates – Rafiki is not a baboon for example, he’s a Mandrillus sphinx. Last Christmas I built a four foot tower of Ferrero Rocher and, having fulfilled that lifetime ambition, now spend my time planning a theatrical adaptation of the ‘critically ill-fated and financially disastrous’ film Grease 2.

Rayne Wilson graduated in 2011 from King’s College London with a degree in Film & American Studies. Graduating was arguably her biggest achievement to date and now, with her best days behind her, she spends the majority of her time in bed eating pop tarts and bemoaning her lost youth. She occasionally leaves her bed long enough to engage in heated debates with other likeminded film bores and write film blogs. You should follow her on Twitter if only to reassure yourself that your life is a lot better than hers. @MsRayneEstelle

Alex Mullane is a media graduate who laments his inability to pass his A-Levels first time, which sent him to university in the midst of a recession. Also laments the loss of Robot Wars as a staple of prime-time entertainment.

Obsessed with film, television and the flavoursome dust at the bottom of Doritos packets, he has contributed words that formed sentences that formed paragraphs that formed articles to several parts of the internet – some of them even coherent. The pop-culture of Abed, the hapless of Louie, and the drunk of McNulty.