Hi film fans! My name is Rosie and I’m a London ‘newby’ who is obsessed by all things film, fashion and theatre. When not at my desk writing, you will find me sipping wine (white not red!), reading in the park or cooing over my new kitten, May

Morgan Freeman lends his hypnotic, rasping voice (is it wrong that a seventy-three year old man can make me go weak at the knees?) to yet another screen classic, as he..

I’m a hip young gunslinger…Well I’m young…and I have hips. Big hips.
I love to force my opinion on everyone, particularly on those that don’t want it, and usually in the most annoying way possible – preferably involving wearing a sandwich board and waving a bell. But I’m lovely. Honest.

At the 2009 Cannes film festival, Antichrist was released onto the world to sneers of disgust. Its graphic portrayal of sex and violence left even the most steely of critics gaping in disbelief.  There is no doubt that Antichrist is monstrous, leaving the majority of audiences reaching for their torches and pitchforks, but like most monsters, Antichrist has been criminally misunderstood.

Sherlock Holmes had so much potential. The Great Detective is deathless and compelling, and as sublimely paired with Doctor Watson as whiskey and getting dumped by text. Therefore, the obvious thing to do with this archetypal Englishman – reserved, clinical, supremely intelligent – is to hand his canon to a laddish director best known for marrying Madonna. Isn’t it?

Wannabe Shoreditch urbanite with a catalogue of ridiculous jobs on my CV, including dancing alone to James Brown in a bar with only a clipboard to reassure concerned onlookers, not to mention the Sunday afternoon spent dressed as an American cheerleader waving pom-poms at passers by whilst shouting “Happy Independence Day!” in a distinctly British accent. Can also sometimes be found simply strolling around London in search of good food and free live music…

Who needs a movie about Facebook, when you can get involved with the cinematic debut about cats on treadmills and fat kids dancing? No, luckily, the newly announced Youtube movie is going to be a bit more interesting than that…

Hi, my name is Paddy and I’m a bit of a geek. I like to think this makes me the “cool and fanciable Seth Cohen type”, but actually it probably just makes me annoying. Most commonly my geeking out manifests itself as an enthusiasm for film, but it has also been known to extend to comic book reading, action figure collecting and multi-hour wikipedia sessions. I also have general tendency toward over-thinking, especially with regard to life’s little things, such as etymology, human behaviour and online “about me” sections.

With a stick of rock and deckchair in tow, I arrived from the sea-side three years ago. Being half mermaid, I’ve been dipping my tail into all things LAANDAAN, including the Thames (not recommended). I like all things free, as the best things in life are, and will only leave a party or club at gunpoint. Come say hello! I’m the one dancing with the weirdo in stonewash denim, shouting “one more!” as the lights come up…

I come from a sleepy town in Zone 9 (it does exist!) where Stephen Fry went to school. I’d like to say my writing has half the panache and charm that his does, but it doesn’t. However, I love a good film and have somehow tricked Best for Film into thinking my opinion matters! When I’m not trying to make my writing coherent I can be found selling soap to rich people on the King’s Road and repping NW6.