Persepolis meets Johnny Depp? Please NO.
FINALLY! It may be only day 7 of our Christmas countdown, but we’re diving into the sherry because it’s the last of the bloody bird-related ones. Do you have any idea how hard it is to be funny about twenty-three sort-of birds over the course of a week? No wonder we’ve ended up writing about such tenuous nonsense. Still, take heart – Christmas is just a few days away and there will be maids for you tomorrow. Until then, Christmas swans ’til death!
It’s Walken Week here at Best For Film and, to celebrate his upcoming role in Seven Psychopaths, we’re saturating the internet with Christopher Walken news, reviews and booze (look forward to the Friday Drinking Game!) Undeniably brilliant, consistently mesmerising and with an inexplicable intonation, join us as we walk with Walken.
The déjà vu is strong with this one.
Today marks the release of the third – the actual third – film in the Chipmunks series (whywhywhywhywhywhywhoisresponsibleforthis). Alvin and the Chipmunks: Chip-Wrecked (we don’t see what you did there. Can someone explain the joke?) follows the Chipmunks and their girlfriends (?) the Chipettes as they go on a cruise (why?). They fall overboard and get shipwrecked (ohhhh we get it now! This film needs to die). In honour of this film’s arrival, we bring you this week’s drinking game. So hollow out a coconut, fill it with Malibu, pop in a DVD and settle down with your favourite anthropomorphised ball.