The Watchmen movie is quickly becoming one of the most buzzed-about films of 2009, what with the amazing in-costume photographs that have been released, as well as its potential to save the DVD industry, apparently. But it's little nuggets like this that really get fans excited, even though someone with less informed eyes might look on this and wonder what the hell they're spending their money on. Bill Murray's line from Ghostbusters 2 springs to mind: "Boys, boys -- you're scaring the straights!"

Filmmakers face many problems when trying to translate a TV series into a full-length feature film, and the folks who made Sex and the City stumbled on each of them.

First and most importantly, there's that whole issue of trying to make it bigger than an episode of the series, in length and in the weight of the story it's telling. Sex and the City definitely succeeds in length, ballooning it to nearly 2 1/2 hours, but for what reason, exactly? Nothing in the movie seems to carry any more weight or, really, advance the story of these four single gals beyond where they were when the series ended. And that's unfortunate, considering that main character Carrie (Sarah Jessica Parker) was acting like a nearly-40-year-old baby when the show last aired.

Now that Clint Eastwood has broken my heart by dismissing his return as Dirty Harry, I must turn my fetish for senior citizens with guns toward this week's DVD releases. The writer of 1976's Best Picture winner shows off his penchant for steroids and graphic violence in the Rambo DVD box set. The set includes First Blood, Rambo: First Blood Part II, Rambo III and just plain old Rambo. Harrison Ford may have taken 19 years to put his fedora back on, but Sly has him beat: It took Rambo 20 years to tie on his headband and rediscover his taste for a little of the old ultraviolence. I bet the box set has one of those old McDonalds sign counters: "Over One Billion Killed!"

The rumor mill is grinding in the Marvel Universe. Latino Review broke the story that the next two installments of the Spider-Man franchise are a go. They apparently are in the works sans original stars Tobey Maguire and Kirsten Dunst and their director Sam Raimi. Unlike the grumblings over Terminator 4, the news that Maguire won't be returning is being met with little resistance from the Internet. "Indeed, fans may not want him back," says Comics2Film. [Nor do we want Kirsten Dunst back! - Zach] Instead, the buzz is on guessing who the next Peter Parker will be. Latino Review has narrowed it down to two choices: Patrick Fugit from Almost Famous and Michael Angarano from The Forbidden Kingdom.

Over the past few years, fast-food joints have gotten into major trouble marketing their fattening products to children, but when summer arrives, the movie and food tie-ins kick into overdrive and children beg their parents for the toys. I still have my stuffed Tazmanian Devil in Space Jam doll, courtesy of McDonalds circa 1996. While contemplating how disturbing a grown man buying a kids' meal just so he can get the toy is, I thought of a way the fast food places can avoid being harassed by child obesity groups: Market this summer's movie tie-ins to adults. Who gives a crap if the over-18 crowd eats itself to oblivion? They should know better. Taco Bell tried this once, with a Demolition Man tie-in, and while that failed miserably, I guarantee that these will sell.

McG speaks! The inaugural post in the Terminator: Salvation blog has been posted, along with an artist's conception of post-apocalyptic Los Angeles where the film is set. The artwork is far from intriguing, except to note it features the latest indignity perpetrated on the Capitol Records building. It always seems like, whenever the cinematic Apocalypse shows up, the Four Horsemen make a beeline for the Capitol Records building. Those Four Dudes may be upset with their record deals, but Terminator fans are far more upset that a fourth installment of the series is being mounted without its creator or stars. The Terminator without Ah-nold or tough as nails "Seer-uh Conn-uh" is not a Terminator movie, no matter who they cast in the lead.

It used to irritate me to no end when I'd hear people saying that Hollywood celebrities should keep their political and world views to themselves. After all, they're regular people, too...under all the makeup, lighting, Botox, sex tapes, assistants and money. They have an opinion and the right to share it with whomever they choose. I would further lecture those who wish to silence the celebs, but Sharon Stone has basically ice-picked my position to death. Ms. Stone somehow managed to recast herself as some kind of Magic 8-Ball, dispensing absurd answers to a question only Mother Nature can explain. Maybe her massive brain fart resulted from an unusual case of too-tight panties cutting off the circulation to her brain? Perhaps that's a bad explanation; we've all seen Basic Instinct.

There's apparently a growing market these days for "dorky guy" movies. Movies like The Forty Year Old Virgin, Superbad, and last month's Forgetting Sarah Marshall take characters who might normally be laughed out of online dating services and turn them into big-screen heroes and romantic leading men. Guys who were once relegated to the roles of sidekicks, best buds, and jokes are taking the forefront of stories as the stars. One of the latest entries in this reborn genre is A Good Old Fashioned Orgy, about a thirty-year-old man who throws a sex party when he's forced to move out of his parents' vacation house. (Another article even describes the character as an "Apatowian manchild.") But it's not just the dorky guys having all the fun this time; The Hollywood Reporter reports that Lindsay Sloane has just joined the comedy cast.