Garry Marshall is a weird abomination of a filmmaker. He has a few monster hits under his belt and a whole bunch of crappy mainstream commerce movies but he chugs along like a special needs cyborg. Good for him I suppose, we could all benefit from the same strain of career invincibility. His Valentine’s Day was a star-studded pestilence.

I guess people watched it because here comes a whole mess of stars and more absolutely brainkilling pap.

New Year’s Eve: You Will Believe a Duhamel Can Walk Confused In a Tux.

Watch the trailer because you don’t loathe yourself enough yet:

Did John Bon Jovi have plastic surgery or did that door actually blow off and hit him in U-571?

This movie makes my inner child take the morning after pill. At least Til Schweiger’s in it.