Like most holiday films, Home Alone 2 sucks. Even the script seems to acknowledge that the sequel to the massively popular Home Alone, which grossed $476 million globally, is a cynical cash grab. (One of the film’s noteworthy quotes on IMDB is “We did it again! Aah!” ) The plot makes no sense. The jokes are worse versions of the jokes from the first movie.

This Wednesday, Donald Glover essentially endorsed Andrew Yang for president by announcing on Instagram that he is hosting a merch pop-up in L.A. before the Democratic primary debate on December 19. This cosign comes as no surprise. The multi-hyphenate entertainer, who has made waves with his TV show Atlanta and politically-focused single “This Is America” (accompanied by a violent music video that shocked and fascinated), has, like Yang, a simplistic yet popular vision of justice.

I was sold a trainwreck, and I’m annoyed I didn’t get it. While the CATS movie is not the unmitigated disaster that trailers and production reports hinted at, it is arguably something much worse. For a movie starring Taylor Swift, Idris Elba, and Jennifer Hudson about a cult of teeny-tiny cats who sing and dance in hopes that Judi Dench will choose them to die, CATS is incredibly, confusingly boring.

In the midst of promoting three of his latest starring turns, Adam Driver sat down with NPR’s highly influential talk show Fresh Air. But listeners will never hear it. Sources at NPR told The Daily Beast that Driver walked out of his interview earlier this month with Fresh Air host Terry Gross after expressing displeasure at the idea of listening to a clip of himself singing “Being Alive” from the musical Company.

There is no justifiable reason for anyone to still be talking about the feud between Khloé Kardashian and Jordyn Woods, but, alas, here I am, bringing it up once again in light of the recent news that Woods took a lie detector test to prove she didn’t sleep with Khloé’s ex, Tristan Thompson.

Clint Eastwood’s Richard Jewell is a film about a very sweet, earnest adult Boy Scout who saves the lives of hundreds of people by identifying a potential bomb at a concert during the ’96 Olympics in Atlanta and making damn sure that the police take the threat seriously.

Michael Bay makes mega-movies that want to shock, overwhelm, and bludgeon you into delirious—and shattered—submission. Consequently, the fact that the bigger-is-always-better director has moved to Netflix for his latest, 6 Underground, seems wrong on an elemental level. You’re supposed to feel crushed under the weight of all his cacophonous, senses-searing sound and fury, exhausted and enraged and excited by the sheer overkill of his every cinematic gesture.

What celebrities wear to court has been the subject of much media scrutiny, with writers (such as this one) choosing to read Felicity Huffman or Lori Loughlin’s drab pantsuits as silent, coded statements. But sometimes a tailored pant is just a tailored pant. There’s not much to say about it, other than you’d probably wear something similar if you got called for jury duty. Not so with Cardi B.

Lizzo has every right to be extra—dancing and cackling her way through her rising popularity, cheekily carrying a dainty Jacquemus-inspired purse on the red carpet, and flashing her thong through a circular cut-out in her t-shirt dress at a Minnesota Timberwolves game.

Two years ago, at the 2018 Golden Globe Awards, Natalie Portman incisively chastised the Hollywood Foreign Press Association for its exclusion of women in the Best Director category with her snarky presentation of the award. “And here are the all-male nominees,” she said by way of introduction, eliciting a surprised chuckle from co-presenter Ron Howard.