The Stars and the Cookie Jar

Hold me.

IT was a game-show host, for God's sake, and Charles Wallace looked like he did Welch's Juice commercials on the weekends, and where, where were Meg's glasses?

Oh, the wrong. The wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong. I hope the producers of A Wrinkle In Disney bounce basketballs in pulsating pain-filled rooms in hell.

Compounding insult with injury, that was.

Oh, and I saw Van Helsing today, but the less said about that, the better. I laughed a whole lot. The best thing about it was the cast laughing at themselves the whole -- wait, you mean they were playing those characters straight? Dressed like that? I thought it was tongue-in-cheek, like Moulin Rouge (which also had Richard Roxburgh, incidentally, and David Wenham in a bit part).

Kate Beckinsale was freakin' hot but damn, she cannot act her way out of a red-embroidered, soaking-wet sack. And, well, David Wenham just makes me find my little bit of hetero and polish it up, no matter how ridiculous his costume.

Hugh Jackman was also in it. He was very pretty.

And tomorrow is Tuesday. Run and scream. Run and scream!