Robert Rodriguez needs more time to colour-in all the lips and paedophiles in Sin City

So much badass going on it’s unreal.

As Sin City: A Dame to Kill For begins shooting, Devon Aoki certainly won’t be shooting anything

Another heavy metal classic?

Very nice, Martin McDonagh, very nice

Remember when Top 10 lists weren’t depressing, but uplifting? They reminded you about which beach bodies were buffest, and who was the richest, and which holiday destinations were best. This list isn’t like that. This is a sad list. Now, this sad list has parameters because we aren’t talking about merely becoming older, for that is unaccountably ageist, and we at Best For Film love those close-to-death, crotchety, ‘back in my day’ old timers. We aren’t here to make fun of those rushing headlong into the endless sleep. No, no dear friends, we are here to make fun of those actors and actresses that have become freaks of nature. Welcome to our sad list guys. You won’t thank us.

DANCE FOR US, MICKEY. Wait, we mean Jessica. Do we?

GUNS and CHICKS and NAKED and ETC and

Oh hi, Tarsem Singh. Ever heard of Icarus? Yeah, he was the son of Daedalus, escaped from Crete with wings made of wax, all that. Dead? Yeah, he’s dead – flew too close to the sun, arrogant little tit. Hubristic? Yeah, I suppose he was – still, at least he didn’t have the gall to make Immortals. Did he, Tarsem Singh? DID HE?

Spicoli tries his hand at directing again. How fancy!