Hate to say we told you so, but after yesterday's big, breaking, news that O.C. and Gossip Girl honcho Josh Schwartz is set to write an updated teen version of the X-Men franchise, I can't help but feel frustrated to the bone. We broke this story months ago! Back then, it wasn't a done deal, and when Schwartz casually spilled the beans to a colleague and I at Coffee Shop in New York, we were all, "wait, are we allowed to write about this?" Of course, we didn't actually ask him that, out loud, in so many words. A huge hissy fit ensued, a threat or two were lobbed our way, and then poof, the story was gone (although not quick enough to spare the ferocious mocking of fanboys who were livid that Wolverine would turn their beloved superheroes into spoiled brats). Another case in a disturbing trend of publicists (and/or their clients) not being entirely truthful. So disappointing.

Last night, after hundreds of cell phones were slipped into envelopes and people made their way into an AMC theater in Manhattan, a star was born. It was there that director J.J. Abrams debuted four exclusive scenes of his upcoming Star Trek reboot, and it was there, in those four scenes, that Chris Pine -- filling in for William Shatner as a young Captain Kirk -- showed that this is his film, and it'll be his franchise. Sorry George Lucas, but you cast the wrong dude in your Star Wars prequels.

Sacha Baron Cohen's true skill lies not in acting chops or a knack for satire, but rather for penetrating the impenetrable. This comes on the exclusive heels of EW.com's breaking news that his gay Austrian style reporter was just booted off the set of Medium, that Patricia Arquette show that should've been canceled in its first season. We, like much of the rest of the web, have been tracking, and tracking, and tracking Bruno's whereabouts as he pranks enough people to stitch together 80 minutes of footage for delicious journeys through America, all just to make heterosexual males visibly uncomfortable in the presence of a gay foreigner in a mesh T-shirt. That's also the rumored subtitle of his movie.

I thought we, as a people, had collectively pushed past this ridiculous notion that Tom Cruise is no longer a bankable movie star. Why not? Because he hopped a couch and made a video? I know Valkyrie's long hard road to a release date had many people wondering if the man whose movies have grossed $6.5 billion worldwide was all of a sudden a kiss of box-office death. Today, the New York Times published a lengthy piece on how the studio is trying to divert attention away from Cruise's starring role, and what Valkyrie's performance means for the future of Cruise's career -- implying that if it doesn't break bank, Tom's career will no longer be in cruise control.

I don't have patience to watch full movies anymore. The Internet took care of that. Too many status updates, too little time. So thank God for the trailer (or teaser, or teaser/trailer), a short gist-of-it clip that's often better than the film is likely to be (think yesterday's clip for 2012). But today I came across a trailer that's as great as the movie is likely to be.

The high-fashion industry is no stranger to model crossover. From Carla Bruni and Agyness Deyn to fledgling actress Gemma Ward, high-profile models have long been extending their professional wings to include of music and acting. And the same is true of Naomi Campbell, though the supermodel’s singing career hasn’t exactly made waves -- ever heard of her 1995 album, babywoman? Neither had I. But now it seems Campbell is hopping back aboard the music bandwagon, and this time, heading straight for Bollywood.

The teaser trailer for Roland Emmerich's latest disaster pic, 2012, single-handedly washes away the acrid taste left in mouth from his last two pics, 10,000 B.C., and The Day After Tomorrow -- two films I admit to not seeing, but do you care to disagree with my assessment? Granted, it's not a huge feat to craft an engaging teaser, but I haven't seen one more enrapturing in some time. Listen to that music. It's like a Jodorowsky film. Emmerich teased that in this film, "you'll see the world go to shit," and while we don't see it going to shit just yet, that lone monk is going to have a tough time staying afloat. The film's title refers to the end of the Mayan calendar, which many people believe to be the end of the world, too. Emmerich said what inspired him to make this film was that when he googled 2012, 240 million hits came up. "So many people write about it, believe it, that our world comes to an end in 2012," he says. But that was pre-Obama, obviously.

Directory Danny Boyle is most famous for his film Trainspotting, but he's had a varied career otherwise -- from scheming twentysomethings to alarmingly ambulatory zombies to dreamy sci-fi. Now with Slumdog Millionaire, he tackles the comic-sweet-tragic story of a dirt-poor Indian teenager in Mumbai who finagles his way onto a game show, all for love. Here's Boyle on shooting in Mumbai, the range of international odor, and what foodstuffs make the best simulated feces.

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Last year, when hype was building over the J.J. Abrams mystery movie that turned out to be Cloverfield, word spread that the monster terrorizing Manhattan had giant crab-like parasites that fell off its body to land on the streets of Manhattan. I suffer from severe arachnophobia, and agree with Ricky Gervais that nothing should have that many legs.

Like the bimbo cheerleader who finds herself unwittingly sitting at the lunch table populated by Nietzsche-spouting vegan art geeks, Paris Hilton has joined the cast of the untitled follow-up to director Todd Solondz's Happiness. Although the inclusion of America's favorite write-in candidate in a casting line-up that includes Allison Janney, Ciarán Hinds, and Charlotte Rampling appears incongruous, Hilton's apparent lack of acting prowess is what makes her ideal for the film. Solondz has forged a reputation with work that juxtaposes beauty with ugliness. So what better muse is there for such a filmmaker than an entitled, vacuous princess who's managed to buck jail time and whose previous film credits feature such stunners as House of Wax?