Hong Kong actor, martial artist, producer and director Sammo Hung is known to the West through ventures like TV series Martial Law and Kung Fu Hustle. We caught up with him to chat about action directing on Ip Man 2 He’s just a lovely, lovely man.

In just a few days time, it may be necessary to remove this blog out of respect for the dead. For now, enjoy some of Charlie Sheen’s choicest quotations. The man is a VATICAN ASSASSIN! Keep winning!

The great stones of BFF towers are looking sparse and sad today, mainly because resident guard-human Magda is nowhere to be found (she’s a danger to herself and others when she’s roused), and John’s chair keeps collapsing annoyingly/hilariously. Still, tis Orange Wednesday dammit, and the power of two for one MUST BE RESPECTED.

God of Love, directed by loveable mophead Luke Matheny, won ‘best live action short film’ at the 2011 Oscars. Check out the trailer and bask in its noodley charm. Oh, so Woody-Allenesque and noodley!

Some ‘reimaginings’ of classic horror films are truly dire – House of Wax, anyone? – but there are a few examples which have endured just as impressively as their inspirations. So, just in case you haven’t grimaced enough today, it’s our Top 10 horror remakes!

We don’t want to blow our own trumpets, but this might be the best Monday Mash-Up yet. Obviously we think much the same thoughts every week, but there’s no reason to leave good opinions of that nature in our internal monologue forever. What do you think? Have a bloody look!

Best For Film. Robert Downey Jr. Zach Galifianakis. Free films. LOADS OF PRIZES! If those are all words which excite you to a greater or lesser degree, then whatever you’re doing right now – reading, watching TV, juggling – is fundamentally wrong for you. What should you be doing instead? You should be entering the Due Date Dash.

How do you know what you’re going to see at the cinema next month? You’re busy people – Facebook won’t update itself, and you’ve probably got a relationship to neglect or something. Oh, you haven’t? Sorry. Well, there’s no point in trying to meet another human adult now, you may as well just read this blog.

Something for the ladies this week… those sweet, gentle ladies who want to get gloriously, chundunderingly wankered. In short, the best kind of ladies. This week, how to drink like a roughly-tattooed captain if all you’ve got in stock is Hugh Grant wearing a variety of demure shirts.

At the turn of the millennium, while we ordinary folk were struggling with our spelling, the Harry Potter Three; Daniel Radcliffe, Emma Watson, and Rupert Grint were being pampered and preened, photographed and photoshopped, and showered with riches. It’s enough to give us ordinary folk a severe case of heebie-jeebie jealousy. Most importantly, it’s enough to send the trio abso-Jackson-lutely mental. Here, we provide the frankest, honestest account of the baffling circus that became the lives of the cursed stars from 2011 to the present day (which is 2031, of course).