This weekend was not especially kind to Tom Cruise's Knight And Day, but you'll be glad to know that Grown Ups (so punctuated, or rather not punctuated) did just fine for its many stars. It seems that we could just institute an Adam Sandler tax, since it doesn't appear that he needs anyone to actually want to see the movie; they'll show up anyway.
Speaking of which: one of the most delightful takedowns I've read in quite some time is Dan Fienberg's Grown Ups hate-on at Hitfix. Seriously: "Grown Ups is the kind of movie that features a cast of of experienced, improv-savvy comics and still has to include a sassy farting grandma and her bunion to goose the comedy." Treat yourself.
Best Week Ever asks the most important question about the upcoming Fockers movie. It makes me feel like Anthony Michael Hall in The Breakfast Club: "I know that'd be a no for me."
Chris Brown broke down during his Michael Jackson tribute at last night's BET Awards. But honestly, I was more surprised to read that El DeBarge showed up and performed "Rhythm Of The Night." For me, that's a little like reading, "And then a Bermuda bag walked on stage, emptied itself, and revealed a Bonne Bell Lip-Smacker."
Kevin Spacey is the latest star to sign on for the movie Horrible Bosses. I predict I am not the only person in America currently making this joke as a result of some past experience in the cobwebs of the mind: "If they need another guy to be in that movie, I know of one."
The Boston Globe is the latest publication to fall into the trap in which The Real World is a good example of "reality television" (which, as I've said before, does not really exist as a single thing) as it currently exists in the culture.
Meanwhile, The Telegraph would like you to know that burlesque is alive and well and wiggling in the UK.
The best line in this New York Times piece about Broadway's outreach to black audiences comes from the guy who says "I have nothing against Mary Poppins," and then somehow manages not to follow with the words, "BUT SERIOUSLY."
"Read your baby Tristram Shandy and Animal Farm! But, you know, probably not American Psycho!" I seriously love books people, especially British books people.
I'm not sure what this Guardian piece about Woody Allen's whole old-guy/young-woman thing is supposed to prove, but I found it strangely fascinating. I think it's in praise of both late-age male fertility and babes, but I'm not really certain.
And finally: The A.V. Club has a nice roundup of government-themed movies, which I know sounds like as much fun as a tasting menu of broccoli cocktails, but it's actually a lot of fun.
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