Already feeling the onset of Olympic Blues? Head on down to Somerset House for twelve nights of outdoor cinema screenings – incredible films in an incredible location are just the ticket to lift London’s spirit back up to those dizzying heights of Olympic fever.

So guess what comes out on Monday? It’s only the bloody Bourne Legacy! Smash smash punch punch ride that motorbike keep squealing Rachel Weisz – Gosh we’re excited. So excited we’re going to spend this evening in the throes of a Bourneathlon. Writer Tony Gilroy says of the upcoming ‘wider conspiracy’ film that “everyone who got into [the first three] will be rewarded for paying attention”. Sounds like a challenge, no point going on Monday unless you’ve watched all three back to back and given your attention span/liver a real work out.

Independent shorts about urban culture are dime-a-dozen. Dime-a-baker’s-dozen, even. English, however, managed to surprise us; it looks like everything you expected, down to the furry hoods and freestyle rapping, right up until the moment when it doesn’t. Brought to us by talented director Tarun Thind, we were so impressed with the film that we absolutely had to bag an interview with the man himself! Offering insight into a thought-provoking and uncomfortable viewing experience, we’ve got all the answers you’ll definitely be wanting once you see it.

It’s finally happened – Hollywood has run out of ideas. The blockbuster schedule is looking dead this week (at least until Brave and The Bourne Legacy make an appearance on Monday), and Best For Film Towers is accepting foreign aid to get them through the difficult times. Juice your 橙s and 柠檬s (oh yeah, we’re getting our Chinese on) and let’s faire cette chose!

Cats the world over breathe a sigh of relief as Curiosity lands on Mars. What will the NASA rover tell us? What will it find? Dust? Martians? The tattered remains of John Carpenter’s dignity? We humans had a real thing for the fourth rock from the Sun in the late 90s, ushering in a host of dreadful films about Mars whose Wikipedia blurbs end with ‘a critical and commercial failure’.

Because we don’t like you to try new things without our express permission, we took it upon ourselves to give the Pyjama Party: Dance Edition at the cushy Prince Charles Cinema a whirl – six films, ten hours, millions of jazz hands. With booze. And a onesie. Under the dictionary definition of “a good time”, you will find a picture of us attempting the Dirty Dancing lift, at 6am, blind drunk.

Best For Film are a patriotic bunch (well, most of us are, at least) so we aren’t about to let some upstart American in a rodent mask and cape make us forget about British hero 007. Here are the top 10 reasons why we think that James Bond is far superior to Batman… or not, as the case may be.

Alright, so the Olympics have basically nothing to do with cinema. But who’s going to play a Bill and Ted drinking game when literally everyone in the country’s quacking away about pendulous snatches and trouble traps or whatever? We bow to the will of the people, friend, and what the people are demanding is ‘any excuse to get hammered while watching the volleyball’.

Oh hello there Summer. How y’doing? Whatcha been up to? Sure is nice to see you. So how long do you reckon you’ll – oh, you’ve gone.
It came, it went and, in honour of the sun’s fleeting but glorious presence, we’ve compiled our Top 10 Summer Movies. So next time watching the Female Greco-Roman Wrestling or the preliminary rounds of the Women’s Lightweight Snatch (yep, totally real) doesn’t appeal to you, hunker down with one of these.

Olympic fever has hit Best For Film Towers! HA, joke. We’ll be ignoring the stupid bloody sports as usual and sticking to our nice sitty-downy films, and if you don’t join us we’ll know you were the sort of twonk who used to look forward to PE lessons and not even consider sneaking off to smoke behind the bike sheds. You are not welcome here, Healthy Ones – you don’t even need a dose of citrus to guard against scurvy. Begone.