At least this wasn't shot by Chivo Lubezki.

Her monologue about aging is the one thing I'd salvage from that movie.

Yeah, I can't hate Celebrity too much just for how gorgeous Sven Nykvist makes it look, not to mention Leonardo DiCaprio's scenes.

"I'm eighteen-year-old Black Dynamite! And you're my sixteen-year-old kid brother, and we live next door to each other!"

Also, Marshall was part of one of the funniest scenes in any movie that I've seen (Albert Brooks asking for his money back from the casino in Lost in America), so at least he's got that going for him until he begins production on Latvian Independence Day.

I certainly wasn't expecting this to be good, but I also wasn't expecting it to inspire two of my new favorite merciless pans, courtesy of Matt Singer and David Ehrlich, with this one and Variety's not too far behind.

I don't really understand why Alice gets such a bum rap, I thought it was a charming little movie. And I think Whatever Works is worse than all of those except September.

September is the correct answer (although Jade Scorpion certainly gives it a run for its money).

Michael J. Anderson, of Twin Peaks and Carnivale.

This makes two TV actors whose reputations I've ruined in two days.

Based on that and the detail in the Deadline article about some serious drama with Lana Wachowski, I don't think I like the way the pieces are coming together on this one.

One of the eight in Sense8 has quit the show and has been recast for season 2

Today, in "Yes, This is Actually Real Life": Ted Cruz called a basketball hoop a basketball ring.

Apparently the reason for his absence was that he asked for an insane amount of money, Showtime refused, and he badmouthed them on Facebook. Also, he's apparently a virulent anti-Semite and one of those people who thinks Sandy Hook and the Boston Marathon bombings were government conspiracies.

George Miller, Mads Mikkelsen, Kirsten Dunst, Donald Sutherland, Arnaud Desplechin, and more to make up the competition jury for the Cannes Film Festival

Hopefully Joel won't make too many balding friends during the preparation and making of this.

That was one of the two that I kinda liked. The other was SPACE PANTS.

The season finale of Sense8: Oh man, I thought I wasn't going to get anymore glorious Lito ridiculousness, and they brought that along with everything else. Really glad I broke my (possibly imaginary) vow to ignore all acclaimed TV to watch it, and I can't wait for season 2.

I'm still bummed her and Fincher's Utopia ended up coming to nothing, so maybe this will help to fill that void.

I hope he hides behind a dresser in Melissa Joan Hart's bedroom at one point, waiting to scare the atheism into her.