Just got back from The Devil Wears Prada, so let me just say two things about that:
1) Meryl Streep is terrifying. I think "That's all" is going to haunt my waking dreams. (ETA: You know what? I'm gonna go out on a limb here and predict a supporting actress nomination come Oscar time.)
2) Since we went to the movie on a whim, I hadn't had dinner (or lunch), and my blood sugar was too low to go without getting something to eat. Thus, I found myself in the strange position of eating a (cold) roast beef sandwich smuggled in from Panera during the first fifteen minutes of The Devil Wears Prada, during which time, I am pretty sure, Anne Hathaway is told that "size six is the new fourteen." You may view this as either A) an act of defiance against the consumer-culture media that teaches young women to starve and mutilate themselves or B) really, really sad, as you choose.
P.S. Simon Baker is hot.
"Pirates" reviews mixed ahead of key debut.
aliaspiral: "Just in case you haven't seen it, because, really, DANCING PIRATES: Pirates of the Caribbean Dance Competition. Dancing! Pirates!"
You forgot to mention that they're dressed like Captain Jack as well.
katesti: An update from Roger Ebert's family.
Hey, you know what's totally awesome about Semagic? You can actually C&P entire swathes of linked images. Like, even from newsletters you get in your email.
From those links: All Your Snakes Are Belong to Us. These people are geniuses.