National Enquirer (March 25, 2013) claims that Kristen Stewart is having a "gay time" without Rob Pattinson, hooking up with Katy Perry's assistant. A fetus ate its way out of her uterus, and this is supposed to be shocking?

"Fasten your seatbelts!"

The Guilt Trip

BOY CULTURE REVIEW: *** out of ****

I went into this Barbra Streisand/Seth Rogen mom/son buddy movie expecting it to be as meandering and pointless as its unfunny trailer, but I was pleasantly surprised. Eventually. In the beginning, it was hard to take the unlikable characters—Streisand's Jewish mother a smothering nag, Rogen's inventor son cold and seemingly filled to the brim with resentment. It could've been Psycho: The Prequel. Then, once a huge fight cleared the air, watching the characters embark on a long road trip as the son attempts to sell an all-natural cleaner he's invented became a pleasure. In particular, it was fun watching Streisand let her hair down, avoid vanity shots (except toward the end, where her hair suddenly looks like buttah) and crack wise, not to mention scarf down a steak that would have choked a prize fighter. The film holds a couple of bittersweet surprises, but the biggest shocker is that it's not a broad, Fockers-like comedy, but something if not deep then certainly more to be felt than simply enjoyed.

On the Road

BOY CULTURE REVIEW: ** out of ****

Less fun was sitting through Walter Salles's take on Jack Kerouac's classic On the Road. A thinly disguised memoir chronicling Kerouac's (Sam Riley as "Sal Paradise") relationships with Neal Cassady (Garrett Hedlund as "Dean Moriarty"), Allen Ginsberg (Tom Sturridge as "Carlo Marx"), the book does not fare well on the big screen, with most of the characters coming off as ridiculously pretentious, selfish and vapid. Or maybe that's how I'd react to reading the book at age 44. One thing's for sure—Riley does not conjure up whatever it is people find appealing about Kerouac, and that is a fatal flaw. The story still stings, even in a not-great adaptation, because it's about the devastation that charm can visit upon the romantic. I was also enamored of Garrett Hedlund's I-shouldn't-love-him intensity as well as his oft-glimpsed power-fucking. I never though I'd say this, either, but Kristen Stewart (as a not-that-innocent child bride) and Kirsten Dunst (as a woman who thinks she's tamed "Dean" but soon finds out she was sorely mistaken) are the absolute highlights, managing to fill their characters with more emotion and complexity with less camera time than all of the guys combined. Overall, it had me murmuring, "Are we there yet?"

Avengers actor Clark Gregg may have been killed off in the movie, but he's through living a lie—he's confessed (jokingly) on Twitter to having an affair with Joss Whedon, an obvious spoof of the Kristen Stewart/Rupert Sanders scandal.

Via I Believe in Advertising: These Australian ads for movies, themed to the Olympics, are pretty ingenious. Gotta love that they spoofed Brokeback Mountain without being offensive. Keep reading for all the best ones...

KStew has several good reasons for why she "did sex" with Rupert Sanders, thereby cheating on Rob Pattinson.

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In fact, Rob himself asked her to do it at least one time...

A.O. Scott's review of The Twilight Saga: Eclipse is pretty funny. Choice bit: 

"What there isn't, as usual, is much in the way of good acting, with the decisive and impressive exception of Ms. Stewart, who can carry a close-up about as well as anyone in movies today. Mr. Lautner still seems to have recently escaped from a high school cheerleading squad somewhere, and Mr. Pattinson's pout conveys not the existential angst of a lovelorn immortal, but rather the peevishness of a guy who just lost a Greta Garbo lookalike contest—for the third time in a row!—to his own girlfriend."