Oh Christ, this is going to become the country song version of “...in bed,” isn’t it?

Who could forget the Hag’s killer live medley, “Sing Me Back Home, My Ass (The Fartin’ Side of Me)”

Is it weird that this story gives me a warm, nostalgic feeling? Like, this is exactly the kind of thing we’d have made fun of George W. Bush for back in the day, back before “President Trump will nuke us all after misreading a Sean Hannity tweet on the toilet”started to feel like half a joke at best.

Question: I know that the Italian version of Nutella and the U.S. version are subtly but noticeably different. (Predictably, the Italian version is subtly but noticeably better.) Is the new U.S. recipe closer to the European one? Because I’ve broken down and paid nearly double for the imported kind at Italian markets…

Me too. There are always a lot of rumors out there about famous people, and not all of them are going to be true — it’s always a weird position to be in, like, “do I just pretend I haven’t heard this nasty, unsubstantiated rumor and go on enjoying this person’s art like before? Or do I just assume it’s true and disown…

Enormous. There’s a reason no one else has ever tried to do anything like this on this kind of schedule. A few last-minute inserts here and there? Sure. But replacing an entire major character after the film has already wrapped — remember, it was supposed to have its premiere *next week* — to make a release date…

I just can’t get over the fact that Ridely Scott is going to turn 80 while these reshoots are taking place. Can you imagine how much work and stress it will involve to completely reconstruct the necessary sets/locations, rehearse a completely new actor, pull all the major co-stars out of whatever they’d planned to do…

Totally. I also liked the dual-Brian Wilsons movie, “Love and Mercy,” where they cycle between Paul Dano, who looks exactly like Wilson, and John Cusack, who looks nothing like Wilson whatsoever, and yet by the end you’ve stopped caring.

It’s baffling how often biopic roles that require actors to make a complete physical transformation seem to stop at “let’s make him look really fucking weird” without getting to “let’s also make him look like the guy he’s supposed to be.”

Of course not. It’s a silly argument to make. But by suing this low-rent blog over a dumb opinion piece, TS has now ensured that “is Taylor Swift a white supremacist?” and “why won’t Taylor disavow white supremacy?” and “is Taylor Swift a threat to the free press?” are trending topics four days before her album…

From Disney banning the LAT over a story that few people had read, to Taylor Swift suing a blog that almost no one would have otherwise heard of, this has been a banner week for massive entertainment institutions ignoring the Streisand Effect.

If anyone’s gonna do it, I want to see Mary Harron’s take on the Hugh Hefner story, with Christian Bale in the lead.

Not to be all teasingly vague, but there was one really, really bad Kevin Spacey story — along these lines, but definitely worse — from the “Usual Suspects” shoot that I heard years ago from a semi-reliable person. I always filed it away as “questionable Hollywood rumor,” but in the past few days I’ve heard it…

QT is known to be kind of a freak — I think his big fetish is pretty easy to guess if you’ve seen, like, any of his movies — but I’ve never heard anything about him being a predator or a creep. I mean ultimately, who the hell knows, but all the embarrassing rumors I’ve heard about him are consensual, legal ones.

I’m not sure I’ve ever reacted to a film poster like I did to this one. It had just been installed on a billboard, and my wife and I looked at it, looked at each other, looked back at the billboard, then started on one of those slow-building laughs that didn’t kick in fully until we were several blocks away and I had…

I feel like this is a somewhat under-examined quirk of Trump’s public speech: He’ll state something in the most extreme, absolute terms, and then within seconds tip-toe in back a little. The first part of the statement leaves no wiggle room, and then the second part somehow attempts to wiggle back out.

This is probably a weird place to say something like this, but I’m a guy, and I was sexually harassed by my boss when I was in college. Nothing horrible or graphic, just consistently inappropriate, obnoxious attention that actually got worse when I told him to cut the shit out. I honestly hadn’t thought about it…

I’ll say this much for sports fans, at least it’s easy to bullshit your way around them. If I’m sitting at a sports bar and the Dodgers are playing, I can make it through a whole conversation without having seen a single Dodgers game in the past eight years: “We’ve got some good starting pitchers, but I’m not…

I have a suggestion: Let’s all stop being fans of things. Let’s try just liking things for a change. Like them passionately, spend money on them, like them a little bit obsessively sometimes if you want to, but just think of it as “this is a thing that I like very much, and it makes me happy.” If you should meet…

A depressing number of the great New Hollywood filmmakers of the late ’60s-’70s were absolute pigs, but Polanski was in a league of his own even in that group.