From decapitation via samurai sword to snake attack, how many deaths has Tarantino actually caused?

Returning with another crash course in revisionist history, Quentin Tarantino invites us to buckle up and cast our minds back to pre-Civil War America for a trip through the South’s slave circuit. Bold, bloody, and arriving after what must have been a very short stay in the editing room, the ‘Southern’ epic Django Unchained is finally here.

It’s Minority Report + Mad Max + Wall-E + Tom Cruise Shouting At Things – Oblivion looks great!

With the building anticipation of Django Unchained, Best For Film was invited down to the unparallelled Prince Charles Cinema just off Leicester Square in London to enjoy every single Quentin Tarantino directed film back-to-back. Although the prospect of a 15 hour cinema session might seem as bad as what Zed does to Ving Rhames, it’s all in a day’s work for us here at the Best For Film World Headquarters. Here’s to our next 15 hour marathon at the PCC!

Welcome to Best For Film’s newest and best feature! To give you a chance to get to know our bucking and whinnying stable of writers, we’ll be running irregular BFFFF (that’s Best For Film’s Favourite Flicks) blogs so individual scribblers can pop their heads up above the parapet of Best For Film Towers and lay their hearts bare. This week it’s newbie Christine Strouts and her choice – Quentin Tarantino’s Death Proof.

The grindhouse genre seems to be going through a bit of resurgence recently. The new releases are different from the originals in many aspects, but all manage to capture the gruesome, gritty hilarity that makes the original players so damn addictive. We look at 10 recent films showcasing the future of grindhouse -dragging boobs, guns and gore along with them.

Everyone loves a villain – more fun to play, watch and steal quotes from than any floppy-haired namby-pamby good guy, and usually prettier to boot. It’s such a shame they always seem to end up getting shot/stabbed/thrown off buildings/drowned/burnt by hot doorknobs (damn you, Kevin McCallister), so we thought we’d round up some of our favourites for a Who’s Who of all the bad guys that really should have won.

After the gross exercise in smug self-indulgence that was Kill Bill and the sadly inconsequential tackiness of Death Proof, Quentin Tarantino looks to be back on form in the utterly demented joy that is Inglourious Basterds.