From the nervy world of stand up comedy to the bright lights of Hollywood, Simon Pegg has made quite a journey. Pre-empting a shaky critical reception of the soon-to-land Paul, we review the rise (soon to fall?) of everyone’s favourite supergeek.

Ooh! This week’s award-winning short film has been hailed as the British Hellboy. Nice! Mark Macready and the Archangel Murders is influenced by The X-Files and The Naked Gun, and producer Ryan McDermott is now making a full-length very British Raiders of the Lost Ark. Buh-rilliant.

Look, I’m not going to waste your time or mine with so-called ‘words’; we both know what you’re here for. Proceed downwards, young one, and gorge yourself on mash-up.

We all like to pretend we have a sense of style, but if we’re honest all we really have is the swooning emulation of creatures we think are well awesome. We present our top 10 fashion icons of the film world, celebrating the trendsetters that forced us into the converse-and-pearls universe we inhabit today. Look on them, lowly mortals, and weep at how attractive you’re never going to be.

It’s a Friday! And you know what that means – it’s time to punish your liver for being such a bastard. If you don’t have solid evidence that your liver is a bastard, just take a leaf out of the Met’s book and assume that it is because at least one other liver somewhere, sometime, was. What about those goose livers, eh? Fat, lazy bumders. We hate livers almost as much as the police hate students! And there’s only one way to bring together those two very disparate loathings – a drinking game.

Vince Vaughn used to be a comedy god- up there with Ben Stiller, more marketable than Will Ferrell, less cheesy than Owen Wilson. But lately, we have realised that he is less comedy hits, more comedy misses and much less likeable on screen. Whatever has happened to everyone’s favourite funny man? We look at the rise and oh so calamitous fall of this fast talking, wedding crashing comedy supremo.

Is Harrison Ford a grumpy dull bore with a flabby face or an action supremo in need of some Oscars? It seems here at Best For Film we fall into two camps- those that love, those that hate. Read on for a fully fledged, sort of educated rant and let us know who you agree with.

We love you, independent cinemas, we dooo! In a bit to combat the Big Four’s relentless stranglehold over British cinema we like to highlight our favourite indie venues, and this week we’re lavishing our insistent and faintly suffocating love all over the matchless Tricycle Theatre in Kilburn, a Mecca for fans of stage and screen alike.

We all love a good book. We all love a good film. But we all hate a bad adaptation. This year, major releases such as Brighton Rock and The Rum Diary (not to mention the final episode of the Harry Potter series), are due to attract big numbers in the box office. But with a plethora of books flying from the shelf to our cinema screens, what makes a good adaptation?

White shutters. Dry-cleaned clothes. Fresh flowers. A massive apartment in downtown New York. Nothing wrong with any of these things, except when the girl in the film is meant to be a dogwalker. These be the disgusting tales that chick flicks weave with their nail polished fingers, and we are all victims of their beautiful lies.