Can’t quite decide how much the ending spoils The Wolverine’s good bits.

Man of Tai Chi — Have you ever wondered what’s going on inside Keanu Reeves’ head? Have you ever wished you could go back to not knowing?

I wanted to like Riddick for their earnest determination to keep trying, but that macho parody of Pitch Black doesn’t do much to earn it.

But then, without the recognizable tics, can you still be a pop diva or are you just the anonymous voice on a dance track?

Listening to an album from a new singer who has all the power and range of Céline Dion without the tics. And her name is… Céline Dion?

I get why proper Star Trek movies can’t exist in this century, but not Superman — why make Man of Steel a generic alien invasion flick?

Henry Cavill’s CG chest in Man of Steel looks amazing. Wouldn’t be able to look in a mirror if I believed bodies like this actually existed.

I’m so depressed that Allison Janney signed on as regular on a Chuck Lorre show. An actual, full-on, properly despicable Chuck Lorre show.