Benedict Cumberbatch has super bad fire-breath

It has been less than a year since Great Expectations hit our telly-boxes via the woebegone institute that is the BBC (the less said about He Who Must Not Be Named, the better), so it makes sense that Mike Newell and the British Broadcasting Corporation have remade it AGAIN for the silver screen. If, of course, by “makes sense” you mean “makes no sense at all”. Expect the usual suspects, lavish costumes and lingering glances in this portion of Dickens Lite for the TOWIE age…

Bill Murray is John Wayne. Sold.

There can only be none!

Destructiooooooon!

We’ve got a good feeling about this…

Bernard Rose’s new film is a sparse, quietly naturalistic slow-burner that grapples with some of the big questions through the medium of a very small story. Underpinned by the fascinating dynamic between its two leads, Danny Huston and Matthew Jacobs, and swinging from the banal to the life-or-death in a heartbeat, Boxing Day is an oddly affecting film that – despite taking a while to get to the point – has a deeply moving and important message at its heart.

Assuming the Mayans don’t bring their A-game and take out the entire world by New Year’s Eve (not likely; one thing we know about Mayans is they’re hella lazy), it will soon be 2013. And you know what that means – LOADS of shiny new 2013 films! We’ve trawled the Internet to find the Hollywood big-hitters most likely to get us going in what future generations will probably remember as 4346 in the Korean calendar. Depending on, you know, factors.

To finish out Walken Week at Best For Film Towers, we’re dedicating an entire drinking game to the man, the myth, the legend that is CHRISTOPHER WALKEN. Whether he’s playing the good, the bad or the ugly, whether he’s psychotic or only slightly less psychotic than normal, there’s a drink to be had in every Christopher Walken movie. Join us for one last walk with Walken, as our gait becomes increasingly staggered and alarming. To Christopher!

Aged bad-ass. One final mission. Estranged adult daughter. Luc Besson, you’ve done it again.