Get cape. Wear cape. Vomit. That is the heroic mission of this week’s Friday Drinking Game – with Marvel churning out so many bloody brilliant superhero films lately, we at BFF Towers are all feeling pretty super ourselves for getting through it all. So super, in fact, that we would like to make like Tony Stark and have a bloody drink or five. As well as a leggy blonde of our choice.

So you’re drunk. You had one too many at Pizza Express or wherever, and now you’re in the cinema, and you are drunk. And you have FEELINGS. About this film. That you are watching. You may or may not swear at the screen, but whatever you say (you don’t remember in the morning) it is loud. You are swiftly removed from the cinema, and never permitted to return. Dark times. Enter Movie Interruption Screenings.

A new month, a new Spider-Man and a new batch of Best For Film writers! How on earth will you work out what to see this evening without us? No reasonable human could be expected to choose between Webhead, Kristen Wiig, Abraham Lincoln, Joel Murray’s little brother and Dolly Parton – fortunately, however, we’re not reasonble. Or human.

So yet again Baywatch is making an unwelcome return like a cat vomming up a hairball and we have to wonder why Hollywood loves making TV shows into films. Yes,..

It has been suggested that Channing Tatum is something akin to Upstairs, Downstairs brought to life; Upstairs is fine, but Downstairs is where all the fun stuff is at. With his unparalleled wuzuquan kung fu skills winning him the ‘Most Athletic’ award from Tampa Catholic High School, in addition to his Best Fight MTV Movie Award nomination (he was robbed by that useless arrow-slinging bint Jennifer Lawrence), not only is this clearly patently untrue, but frankly insulting for an actor of Tatum’s quality and talent. Allow this Cheat Sheet to show you why.

Now is the winter of our discontent, made glorious summer (ok, it’s raining) by the East London Film Festival! The festival programme starts tomorrow and whether you are looking to..

Remember when Top 10 lists weren’t depressing, but uplifting? They reminded you about which beach bodies were buffest, and who was the richest, and which holiday destinations were best. This list isn’t like that. This is a sad list. Now, this sad list has parameters because we aren’t talking about merely becoming older, for that is unaccountably ageist, and we at Best For Film love those close-to-death, crotchety, ‘back in my day’ old timers. We aren’t here to make fun of those rushing headlong into the endless sleep. No, no dear friends, we are here to make fun of those actors and actresses that have become freaks of nature. Welcome to our sad list guys. You won’t thank us.

As the nights begin to draw in once more (they genuinely are, it’s awful), Best For Film’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of vampires, radioactive mutants and giant sharks. Need help on which one to favour with your precious 2-4-1? Then thank God, weary traveller, that you found us…

He’s got another phenomenally ill-advised comedy out this week – but don’t judge Bruce Willis on his increasingly mad career choices, judge him on the time he sent twelve thousand boxes of cookies to Iraq. Don’t know what we’re talking about? Better read on, or you’re liable to be left VERY red-faced at your place of work’s (probably) annual Walter Willis quiz night!

Pixar isn’t the only cinematic institution to be pulling on the tartan this summer – the Edinburgh International Film Festival is in full swing once again, and if you want even the slightest chance of catching the best films (read: the ones we like the look of) then you’ve got no business reading any blog but this one. Thank God it’s Monday, eh?