We love Fridays – the scent of a hard-day’s-nonsensing is in the air, the forgiving underpants are calling and team BFF are constantly on the verge of nervous, untrustworthy smiles. What else is there to do then, but to have a big argument? This week, we’re debating Mel Gibson – the life and times of. What’s your stance?

What better way to wash away your bitter memories of another wasted week than by drinking yourself into oblivion in front of the most obscenely overrated film of all time? If you’re anything like us, you’ll be paralytic by the time Sam Worthington takes his first steps as a big catmonkey smurf bastard. It’s the Drinking Game.

Oh my shit, it’s April! And it’s brought along not only Fools’ Days, sweet spring showers and the prospect of some chinless wonder marrying a Sloane, but also a batch of fresh and steaming new films – some promising, others less so. Stick around as we sift through this month’s cinematic offerings week by week and separate the fresh fish (FRESH FISH, Glen Coco!) from the distinctly murky tuna salad…

Mothers are hard enough to buy for, their assurances that they don’t want anything at all only serving the necessity to get something unforgettable. At Best For Film, we know that you probably bought her Mamma Mia! last year, and, as a result, have endeavoured to inspire you indirectly with a list of gift ideas for cinema’s most unforgettable mothers.

It’s Wednesday! Wednesday! Gotta get down on Wednesday! Everybody’s looking forward to the half-price cinema experience, half-price cinema experience! Actually, Rebecca Black would probably shit herself with confusion if she went into a cinema; a choice of two seating options bemuses her, for God’s sake, she’d never cope. And Odeon don’t even do reserved seats! Blimey. Time to get your citrus on, guys and gals!

The Animalmen is an American French New Wave film seen through a mumblecore filter, a lovely, stylish look at the yearnings of today’s disaffected youth. It’s about 3 would-be revolutionaries and how rad their uprising would be… if only they had a cool group name.

D’you know what, Sammy? Real turtles – the sort that are 3D even if you’re not wearing glasses – actually don’t have quite as jammy a life as you. We explore some of the dodgier moments in your average non-voiced-by-Dominic-Cooper-and-John-Hurt chelonian’s life to find out what probably won’t pop up in A Turtle’s Tale.

We’re a bit worried. Tradition tells us that today is Monday and it’s therefore time for a mash-up, but we’re concerned that days which Rebecca Black does not explicitly mention in her postmodern epic Friday may no longer exist. We, too, didn’t want this weekend to end IN CASE IT PROMPTED AN EXISTENTIAL CRISIS! Fun. Fun. Fun.

Is it time for the lovely relaxing weekend yet? Is it hell; you know the rules, nobody gets to go home until two of Best For Film’s crankiest writers (and none of us boast what you might call a sunny disposition) have it out on a contentious topic. This week it’s dance films; where do you stand?

Beloved and timeless children’s classics, or horrific tales of murder and bloodlust not to be read to the nippers at bedtime? The Brothers Grimm fairy tales have often inspired film adaptations, but here are a few which have not yet had the cinematic spotlight trained on them – perhaps for good reason….