Come, come Mr. Bond, the grosses simply weren’t big enough for your Martini demands.

More like the girl who played with our HOPES AND DREAMS.

In stripping back the Dragon Tattoo story to its bare bones and keeping our attention purely on its central players, David Fincher has created a sleek, sparse and visually arresting adaptation of Stieg Larsson’s opening gambit. Despite being hampered rather than helped by the narrative of their source material, the immensely creative team do an admirable job – underpinned by a stunning performance by star Rooney Mara. The question is – is this story really good enough for them?

Have we seen all of the shots now?

Antisocial behavioural disorders are so in this season.

Rooney Mara dresses up as Noomi Rapace…

Ten years of film all neatly rolled into one awesomely epic list of greats! Feast your eyes on the Top 30 Films of the Decade.

So the saga of Lisbeth Salander is finally drawing to a close, and it’s time to find out if Noomi Rapace’s steely gaze can overpower the collective dribblings of The Bad Men. Suffering from the same inherent plot problems as part two (The Girl Who Played With Fire), The Girl Who Kicked The Hornets’ Nest never quite manages to recreate the satisfying arc of the universally acclaimed part one – The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo. Still, this is sleek and sophisticated film-making with a refreshing “anti-blockbuster” feel, it’s just a shame the story doesn’t quite suit the medium.

Are you worried that November might well end up as the lame month the calendar Gods intended it to be? Do you sit around doing nothing but contemplating the terrible event Christmas shopping will turn out to be? Well I can’t technically help you with any of that. What I can do though is provide you with the awesomeness that is the latest Film Festivals from around the UK!

Seasoned blogger and Best For Film freelancer Cal has a bone to pick with the sprawling industry which promotes and distributes film in the English-speaking world – namely, why is it so gosh-darned xenophobic? For too long has the huge variety of superb cinema produced in countries bereft of words like ‘bling’ and ‘slanket’ been lumped into one big unholy mélange of untrustworthy foreign muck under the euphemistic non-genre of ‘World Cinema’. Well, no longer! We’re standing up and saying NO to a system which thinks L’Illusionniste belongs alongside Emmanuelle.