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.

Time to test out the powerful magic skills I supposedly inherited from my West Indian and Native American ancestors. I summon, from the afterlife, Andre De Toth and John Ford! Rise, my fellow half-blind brothers, and help me stop Jeffrey Katzenberg's evil plan! Go forth and destroy the prediction that will ruin my opportunity to see movies! According to the Los Angeles Times, Katzenberg said in an interview that "I think in a reasonable period of time, all movies are going to be made in 3-D. When the audience experiences this... and the filmmakers understand how much greater an experience they can offer their audience and they can have as a filmmaking tool, I think 2-D films are going to be a thing of the past." "Oh, no!" screams this writer, sounding eerily like Saturday Night Live's Mr. Bill.

Two months ago, some diehard fans of the original Ghostbusters movies had mixed emotions -- relief that a third installment with younger replacement characters turned out to be just a rumor, but sadness that it looked like there'd be nothing strange in the neighborhood any time soon. Well, much like a slimy green ghost with an insatiable appetite, you can't keep nostalgia or a good money-maker down for long. Variety reports that "Columbia Pictures is getting serious about scaring up a new installment of its blockbuster Ghostbuster franchise."

My Great Aunt Muriel's old excuse for holding onto her VCR -- and eschewing the purchase of such "new" technology as a DVD player -- was that there were more titles on video tape, and that there was no way she'd ever be able to replace all (eight) of the movies in her library to make the DVD player purchase worth it. If she hadn't died five years ago, I'd print out this article from the Hollywood Reporter and mail it to her with a Best Buy gift card. The number of films now available on DVD has passed 90,000. I didn't even know there were more than 90,000 films out there. Turns out by December 31st of this year, there will be 90,440 movies that you can take back to Blockbuster without having to rewind them.

The promo mill for Woody Allen's Vicky Cristina Barcelona started grinding into high gear recently and it cranked out a doozy. It's like someone asked, "How do you promote a movie about two women involved in a love affair with the same man?" And the answer came back: "Naturally you pimp one of those women out for a threesome!" That woman is none other than Scarlett Johansson, who plays the titular Cristina, and you can check out a screenshot of the contest at The Dish Rag. But, look, ScarJo. No one thinks less of Paris Hilton for not promoting her National Lampoon movie, and she's generally a huge waste of space. You, on the other hand, were in Lost in Translation. So what in the world are you doing with this?

Stop the mutha-effin' presses you guys! The biggest event in tabloid media history has arrived! The twins are here! That's right, last night at approximately 7:30 PM, People.com revealed the exclusive pics of the wondrous Jolie-Pitt twins, and the world will never be the same! Vivienne Marcheline and Knox Leon! They are tiny! They are pink! Their eyes are closed! They have very little hair! They poop in their pants! It is a miracle of epic proportions! Babies, you guys! Real human babies! Sacred and magical ones! My life is complete now! I can die happy! [Jumps out window.]

The Dark Knight didn't just win its second weekend at the box office, it made another $75.6 million. That's more than twice what the No. 2 movie, Step Brothers, could muster, with its $30 million opening weekend.

In just five days, The Dark Knight has already grossed $200 million, besting 2004's Spider-Man 2 which got there in eight. The box office juggernaut is so big that it's gotten its stars perhaps a little too excited.