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-- Gross, sticky, exhausting, hot weather begins. But! Ride public transit for free tomorrow during a Spare the Air Day. [Examiner, SFMTA]

-- Michelangelo Antonioni dies; Mick LaSalle suspects Eric Rohmer will fade to black next. [Chron blogs]

How can mainstream comedy be dead when is all about inventive delivery? (Get it? "Delivery?")

This week's Big Movie: ! It’s a real surprise how divided the critics are about this one! Sure it’s franchising, sure it’s full of top shelf men in designer clothes and high-end accoutrement, but we thought it was all kicks and giggles. Groucho Reviews's Peter Cavanese however, says, “the plot of Thirteen is old, old news.”

The current contribution to the mass spoon-feeding that is the summer blockbuster schedule is is 168 minutes of pee-inducing ocean battles.

Now that we're doing the occasional reviews, we've begun to notice how external things can sometimes color what we're reviewing. Call it the unreliable critical narrator. What we mean is that what how we perceive the thing we are reviewing is oftentimes affected by things we bring into the show with us. For instance, we gave a glowing review to a Radiohead show that several people told us was a very off night for the band. The thing about the review is that we hadn't seen them in almost five years so we were so happy to see them that they could have played two hours of experimental noise collages followed by a note for note rendition of their first album and we still would have enjoyed it

As our former co-editor Eve moves on in at the Chronicle as their Blogging and Interactive editor today, we do a little imagining about how her first day might be going!

When this SFist attended a recent press sceening of the animated feature ). It was an exchange that left this SFist glowing like we do after an especially good massage. There's nothing that brings people together like self-righteous mockery, what?

. As we had just finished gnashing our teeth over last night's texted invitation to a 10:30 p.m. private screening that we didn't recieve until 10:28 (thanks for ruining our life AGAIN, Cingular), we were tempted to join them, but the lure of Citizen Cupcake coffee (and our caffeine addict's headache) was just too strong.

, Terrence Malick's retelling of the fourth verse of Peggy Lee's "Fever", but all we could think when we'd watch the trailer is "BORING!" Well, our disinterest has been validated yet again by our nemesis Mick LaSalle, who terms it "a masterpiece". Yeah, that tears it -- we won't be seeing that.

Not a lot going on this weekend! Nothing interests us on the big budget front, that's for sure. Fine, we were considering . That was before we saw that Mick LaSalle liked it, so now we're sure it's crap. Instead, we're harking back to some classic cinema, stuff we've either seen before (or should have).

We hate to sound like a broken record, but if we didn't already feel like , but would love to hear about it if you did in the comments.

We're bored silly just looking at most of the new releases this weekend, which have striken us with a malaise so severe we can't even summon the energy to make fun of Mick LaSalle. There's only one cure for the illness we're suffering from: the magical healing power of Madonna.

While our better half is very interested in seeing , the Depression-era story of boxer James Braddock, we have been less convinced. We feel vindicated in our contempt by the fact that Nemesis of SFist Mick LaSalle loves Richie Cunningham's latest foray into directing so much that he's calling it "what is easily the best American film so far this year." Honey, please just admit that you are wrong and we are right. Again.

We're not going to insult your intelligence by implying that you might not have heard that opened this weekend, or that you aren't already going to see something at the final weekend of The San Francisco Documentary Film Festival. So, with those "givens" out of the way, what else is out there?

As you've probably figured out by now, SFist has a tendency to crush on people, especially people in the media. Granted, we're also known to have petty rivalries with people, again, especially in the media. Well, one object of our affection is Adriel Hampton, who's not only an actual journalist with the San Francisco Examiner, but a blogger as well. See, Meredith Brody and Mick LaSalle? Go start a blog and maybe we won't harsh on you constantly. Okay, nevermind -- that didn't work for Jerry Brown. See what we mean about the petty rivalries? So we should say start a blog, link to us repeatedly and shill our merchandise. Then we'll talk.

At first we were stunned by the fact that Mick LaSalle got something right, because he gives a glowing review to our Big Budget pick of the week, Assault on Precinct 13. Then, we read on:

Oh, dear. LaSalle liked Who Killed Bambi?, our other hotly anticipated film opening this weekend. And 23 Yahoo users have given the film a D+ rating, which bodes doubly ill for it. But it's playing at the glorious Castro, so even if this thriller about a drug-crazed doctor stalking a student nurse is crap, we feel primed for campy fun.

There are so many reasons why Team America: World Police is our big budget pick of the week. Let us count the ways: 1)Dude, puppets. Who f**k. Yeah. 2)That pompous ass Sean Penn is lampooned in the film. We already thought his performance in Mystic River approached brilliant self-parody, but this takes the extra step into genius. Finally, there's 3) Our sworn Nemesis Mick LaSalle who gives it an empty chair. Given that our (and we know we're not alone) long-standing motto is to believe exactly the opposite of whatever LaSalle writes, TAWP must be the greatest movie of all time. Did we mention the f**cking puppets? Anyway, you can catch it at any of our local metroplexes.