BAFTA in association with the BFI have just launched their second series of lectures from super famous screenwriters. Whether you want to write movies or you just like watching them, there’s no excuse to miss this inspiring lecture series. And there’s movie clips too, in case you get bored of all the yacking.

There’s no such thing as a predictable superhero casting – all the best Avengers, X-Men and otherwise pumped-up persons are unlikely characters who stumble into their crime-fighting alter egos just as unexpectedly as do the actors cast to play them. With so many A-list actors now boasting a brush with superheroism on their CVs, we’ve come up with a few new suggestions…

As BlogAlongABond launches its mad campaign to get bloggers and the like (Best for Film included) to review one Bond film a month until Bond 23 comes out, we are proud to kick off our Bond remembrance season with our review of the film that started it all, Dr. No.There are four semi naked women on the original poster for Dr. No. Four. When Bond was born, there was no mistaking what the man was about; girls, cars, drinks and a licence to kill.

To celebrate a wee Scottish holiday by the name of Burns Night, we decided that rather than getting trolleyed on whiskey and singing Auld Lang Syne badly, we would instead celebrate the Best 5 Scottish Actors and the Worst 5 Scottish Accents. Then get trolleyed on whiskey.

As a rule, sellout films usually contain a colon and/or a number. We’re looking at you, Speed 2: Cruise Control. Yet, the definition of a ‘sellout’ is tricky, because producers are very good at making shit smell like roses, and before you know it you’re on the set of National Treasure: Book of Secrets. When you see a film and think, ‘what the devil is Globey McOscar doing in this?!’ we’ve got the three reasons behind their decision to sell their soul.

Come for a dip in the murky world of the ‘could have been’ and ‘if only’, as we take a look at those actors and actresses who turned down some surprising roles. Hindsight is a beautiful thing, and some of these stars must have been crying all the way to the bank after realising what they missed out on.

James Bond, agent of Her Majesty’s Secret Service, is a hero and inspirational figure, right? WRONG! If he was real, James Bond would be the worst human being who ever lived; Adolf Hitler had more moral fibre than this womanising drunk. With James Bond Ian Fleming created a monster, not a role model, and here’s why.

Michel Hazanavicius’ sequel to the French hit Nest of Spies, OSS 117: Lost in Rio is a lame, laugh-free excuse for satire. Taking its cue from offensive stereotyping and an inability to decide if it’s screwball or satire, Jean Dujarin’s secret agent neither tickles your funny bone or provides action-based thrills.