They’re stealing an idea from a book and making it into a film called The Book Thief! How meta.

Persepolis meets Johnny Depp? Please NO.

Come come Mr. Bond! you take as much pleasure in cutting as I do.

FINALLY! It may be only day 7 of our Christmas countdown, but we’re diving into the sherry because it’s the last of the bloody bird-related ones. Do you have any idea how hard it is to be funny about twenty-three sort-of birds over the course of a week? No wonder we’ve ended up writing about such tenuous nonsense. Still, take heart – Christmas is just a few days away and there will be maids for you tomorrow. Until then, Christmas swans ’til death!

A fiery horse with the speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty “Hi-ho, I’m a massive racist!”, Johnny Depp!

It’s Walken Week here at Best For Film and, to celebrate his upcoming role in Seven Psychopaths, we’re saturating the internet with Christopher Walken news, reviews and booze (look forward to the Friday Drinking Game!) Undeniably brilliant, consistently mesmerising and with an inexplicable intonation, join us as we walk with Walken.

The déjà vu is strong with this one.

Here at BFF Towers we Dreamed a Dream that soon there would only be One Day More until we could Hear the People Sing. Well, that’s clearly a lie and..

Suck it, Paris.

Ice Age 4 hurtles from one boring and entirely unoriginal scenario to another, justifying its glaring historical and chronological inaccuracies, hopeless characters, tedious plot and joyless slapstick by covering them in frozen precipitation. It’s just a rehash of previous Ice Age themes and scenes from other, better films, but told by prehistoric animals that existed millions of years apart. Sure it’s for kids, but a cinema full of children could only muster the occasional half-hearted chuckle and even the sound of Sid regurgitating something into his paw couldn’t mask the sound of artistic integrity quietly dying.