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  • BFF’s Kill List

    It’s not that we’re bad people, it’s just that sometimes we wish some people would just… well, be dead, really. Sometimes we even want to do it ourselves. In honour of this week’s hottest horror Kill List, we at BFF compiled our own hit list of performers who have it coming.


  • Orange(Wednesday)s and Lemons #25

    Once again the lanterns of BFF towers have been lit in jubilant celebration. Tis WEDNESDAY, which means badly mixed mojitos, Journey on the kareoke, John falling over his own trousers and, more importantly TWO FOR ONE CINEMA! What can you drag a loved one to this week? No excuses mum, it’s FREE, remember? Read on, dear mortals. Grab a glass, and read on.




  • Short Film of the Week: Neon Killer

    Benito Robinsoni rose to film short fame with grindhouse movie trailer Slash Hive. We caught him in between feature films (giallo slasher and supernatural cop movie) to froth over Neon Killer, a hilarious nod to the luridly graphic excess of 1970s Poliziotteschi movies. Enjoy every daft and glorious minute!



  • Orange(Wednesday)s and Lemons #3

    And thus the God of cheap nights out smiles down upon us once again: Orange Wednesday is here! We celebrate the only day of the week where we can’t kid ourselves we’re going to the cinema alone out of convenience. This is what we’re watching, what about you?



  • Top Ten Best Worst Movie Monsters

    As the cinematic world waits breathlessly for the release of ‘mockbuster’ Mega Piranha, we at Best For Film have been bemoaning the trend towards making deliberately dreadful monster films (here’s looking at you, Sharktopus). With that in mind, we’re trying to reverse the trend by harking back to some of the most disastrous monsters of yesteryear, when filmmakers understood that all you needed was a leaky reactor and a comparison to the Russians to make your superbeast a dead cert. We’ve scoured YouTube for the best of the worst, and here they are: our top ten best worst monster movies!


  • The fall and rise of the cinematic superhero

    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.