Today, the news broke that Disney has bought Marvel Entertainment, lock stock and barrel, for $4 billion. That includes Marvel Comics, with over 5,000 characters, and Marvel Studios, with the successful Iron Man and Hulk film franchises, plus the upcoming Thor, Captain America and The Avengers. It seems like it's a win-win scenario -- Disney gets a boys' brand to bookend the Disney Princesses, and Marvel gets some global multimedia clout -- but what does this really mean for our beloved Marvel superheroes? As fans, these are just a few things we're worried and/or excited about.

It's official: the Arrested Development movie is happening! After months of hemming and hawing from one Michael Cera (aka George Michael Bluth), the lone player refusing to sign on to the film, homeboy has finally agreed to do the damn thing. (Mitchell Hurwitz said he wouldn't move forward on a script unless he had all of the original cast members on board.) Over the course of these last tortured months, I found myself asking what the hell was going on with young Mr. Cera. Since when do retiring milquetoast hipsters turn into demanding divas that hold up production of a movie fans have been campaigning for since the beloved show got canceled? Why would Cera, whose public persona has always been affably awkward, essentially bad-mouth the show that made him a star? And you think you know a person. I've pieced together the hellishly demanding terms of his contract in the hopes of revealing MC's true nature.

Since he wasn't getting a nomination for Vantage Point this year, Oscar winner Forest Whitaker joined Academy president Sid Ganis this morning to help announce the nominees for this year's Academy Awards. And while there were a lot of familiar faces on the list, there were also a few nice surprises. Here's hoping they all show up.

The SAG Awards are fun because they're light and fluffy and just about acting and not any real movie jobs like writing or directing. On the other hand, who gives a shit about acting? Anyway, several people were nominated for this award today, and almost all of them are quite famous. I'm here to tell you who and what's what about it.

For a production company who has not made a single movie that I have seen, Nu Image/Millennium Films has managed to put together a movie that I would actually break out of prison to see. And, yes, it's Lindsey Lohan's Labor Pains. How did you guess?! Okay, it's not. What did actually hook me is the fact that the production house has managed to put together the Holy Trinity of Ass-Kicking, bringing together Sylvester Stallone, Jet Li and Jason Statham in one shiny package. The three actors will star in The Expendables, as a team of mercenaries who are sent to infiltrate a South American country and overthrow its ruthless dictator in order to liberate the population. Their team is hired to do jobs that no one else can or will. Duh-duh-DUH! The best part? The script was written by Stallone, who will also direct. I don't care how good or bad it is, I'm in.

Since the news cycle is still pretty clogged with election results and stories (even Variety has an electoral map on their home page) and the rest of the world -- including Hollywood -- can't seem to get much of a word in edge-wise, I'm going to follow Odie's lead and report on a politics-movie tie-in. Over at The Hollywood Reporter's Risky Biz Blog, Steven Zeitchik explored the possibility of whether or not Republican Presidents are bad for movies. It turns out they kind of are.

Barack Obama has just been elected the first Black President... and I'm here to talk to you about entertainment news. Oh joy. I feel like the guy who goes into the cathouse bedroom after Long Dong Silver. Nothing I say is going to have one damn bit of effect today, and it shouldn't. History has been made! Why are you even here? Get! Go celebrate or mourn, depending on your political affiliation. Sober up or get drunk! Poke your finger into Joe the Plumber's buttcrack as he fixes your sink. Whatever! Just do a Marvin K. Mooney imitation and PLEASE GO NOW! You're still here? I guess that means I have to write something. (I'm never going to sober up now.) Let's cast the upcoming Election of 2008 movie!

People in glass houses shouldn't throw stones, but I guess it's fine if they watch movies. Two people, Suresh Joachim of Toronto and Claudia Wavra of Germany, have broken the world record for continuous movie watching, racking up 57 films in 123 hours in a plastic-glass house in New York's Times Square. The previous record, held by Ashish Sharma of Mathura, India was 120 hours and 23 minutes. Though a representative for Guinness World Records said that it would take two weeks to officially verify (doesn't it make it easier to verify if they did it in a glass house in the middle of Times Square?), I'm going to go ahead and say they've done it.

A strange triumvirate of pop-culture icons came together Tuesday in New York City to introduce Best Buy's new Black Tie Protection -- which seems to feature Geek Squad members who dress like Chuck and protect your gadgets from infiltration. Or something. Anyway, Rather than getting Chuck, Best Buy brought three famous "protectors" to their Columbus Circle branch: Richard Dean Anderson (MacGyver, Stargate: SG-1), Tanya Roberts (Charlie's Angels, A View to a Kill) and Steven Seagal (Hard to Kill, Marked for Death, Out for Justice... the list goes on and on). They arrived individually, in Geek Squad vehicles, with the plan that each of them would briefly discuss their character histories, their technical prowess and the importance of protection with a DJ from Z-100, who was acting as hostess. Anderson and Roberts' entrances went off more or less without a hitch, but once Seagal showed up, things got a little weird.

The United States Postal Service has put a lot of people on stamps, from Ella Fitzgerald to Elvis (skinny Elvis for letters, fat Elvis for packages), but they've outdone themselves this time. To the delight of All About Eve fans everywhere, the Post Office has put Margo Channing on a stamp. A first class character for first class mail! I've always fancied myself a sarcastic viper on par with Eve's Addison DeWitt (George Sanders), and since Eve is my all-time favorite movie, the gov'ment's going to get a little more money out of me than they usually do for postage. I'm going to buy a roll of these bad boys. Now I can use the star of The Letter to mail a letter! How meta, I say, but putting Bette Davis on a stamp is as wonderful as it is dangerous. I bet when you lick the stamp, Bette punches you in the mouth.