Review in a Hurry: Take a handful of popular Marvel Comics characters, cast them with solid actors (be it Hugh Jackman as Wolvie, Ryan Reynolds as Deadpool or Taylor Kitsch as the card-throwing Gambit) and you can’t go wrong, right? Well, you can if you make them spout dreadful dialogue, your effects look cheap and you hire a director who’s totally wrong for the material.

The Bigger Picture: A big part of Wolverine’s appeal as a character was his mystery, but hey, Marvel finally decided (ill-advisedly) to spill the details of his origin in comic books. So Hollywood has followed, equally ill-advisedly.

Little is revealed about Jackman’s metal-clawed mutant that we didn’t already gather from the other three X movies, and what is revealed often comes off as downright silly. (He got his name from a stupid faux Indian story his girlfriend made up? Really?)

The movie, which is mostly set sometime in the ’70s, starts intriguingly, with a plot that looks like it’ll be similar to Watchmen: Someone is picking off former members of a secret military team of mutants, and Wolverine, who quit when the team’s methods went too far, must figure out who…and get revenge when somebody close falls victim.

This involves signing up for metal skeleton injections courtesy the villainous Col. Stryker (Danny Huston), who apparently also invented the Bush doctrine of preemptive war on possible terrorists.

The original team includes the likes of Fred Dukes (Kevin Durand), an immovable object who will eventually be known as The Blob; super sharpshooter Agent Zero (Daniel Henney); wisecracking sword master Wade “Deadpool” Wilson, who can cut flying bullets in half; teleporter Wraith (a surprisingly good will.i.am); and of course Wolvie and Sabretooth (Liev Schreiber), the latter of whom turned evil during the Vietnam War for no particularly good reason.

Internet fanboys have been demonizing Fox’s Tom Rothman, but the real reason that what ensues is so poorly executed is most likely director Gavin Hood. The obnoxious sentimentalizing and clichéd execution (characters stare up to the sky and cry out in grief-stricken anger more than once!) were also evident in his inexplicably overrated Oscar winner Tsotsi.

Also, screenwriter Skip Woods wrote the videogame-based bomb Hitman. What did you expect from these two?

The cast gives it their all, but they’re wasted in what is essentially an infomercial for potential future spinoffs. And the special effects don’t even look finished—are we sure it wasn’t the leaked workprint that was screened for press?

The 180—a Second Opinion: Audience members who can truly turn off their brains and just be entertained may be satisfied by the colorful characters having a few cool fight scenes. But remember when the X-Men films actually stimulated our brains instead of deadening them?

Review in a Hurry: Ghosts mischievously fulfills your vengeful wishes against exes, with surprising sensitivity and humor. It also helps that the whipping boy is Matthew McConaughey, who earns his smirk this time around.

The Bigger Picture: Every jilted woman harbors a potent revenge fantasy. It looks a lot like Ghosts of Girlfriends Past, and goes like this: You force the lover who’s wronged you to relive all of the moments where they took you for granted. Every one of their callous gestures witnessed in perpetuity until they tearfully repent and insist that they’ll want another chance.

Though Ghosts may look indistinguishable from the dozen other McConaughey paycheck rom-coms, this time we’re not meant to be charmed by that honey-dipped Southern tongue. In Ghosts, McConaughey plays a loathsome narcissist, Conor Mead, with a merciless “no strings attached” policy that leaves an unfathomable amount of women in despair.

The weekend of his baby brother’s (Breckin Meyer) wedding, Conor runs into his first and most passionate love (Jennifer Garner, who is so sallow and brittle in this movie that she has the warmth of a stick insect). Thrown off his game and soused in Scotch, Conor is then visited by the ghosts of relationships past, present and future.

Predictable? Of course. But the filmmakers dole out the pop psychology and payback in creatively cheeky ways so that you’re genuinely bought into Conor’s redemption.

Now, McConaughey has done us all wrong with his tortuously lazy career choices. The man has clearly made a decision to put his feet up, take his shirt off and let the money roll in.

And though he butters himself thickly with that cocksure shtick this time, too, here he honestly earns your heart. Conor has the flamboyant confidence of a matador, but McConaughey draws out the right amount of sleaze and tenderness to transform Conor from a bullfighter to a rodeo clown. Witnessing him suffer the reprisals of an estrogen lynch mob and humble himself before his childhood love is cathartic and pleasurable.

The 180—a Second Opinion: You may not be ready to forgive McConaughey for his sadistic crimes against cinema, in which case do not set foot into this movie. He lays it on thick and you could feel smothered by all that that coco-buttered charm.

Review in a Hurry: Obsessed would be an ordinary, cheap seduction thriller if it weren’t for its extraordinary mix of stars. The immaculate Beyoncé Knowles and devastatingly handsome Idris Elba attack their silly parts with a ferocity that gives this dumpy little movie the spark it needs to be compelling.

The Bigger Picture: There are there two types of bad movies. There are bad bad movies, the kind that leave you resentful for having time wasted and your emotions bullied. And there are good bad movies.

These happy few don’t pretend to be anything besides entertainment and commit themselves to making every mistake a movie can.

Obsessed is a great bad movie. It shamelessly hand-feeds viewers exactly what they ordered: Beyoncé looking fabulous while she kicks. Ass.

Obsessed is little more than a 90-minute prelude to a remarkably well-choreographed final fight scene between a sweaty, grunting, voluptuous Beyoncé and a home-wrecking bombshell named Lisa (Ali Larter). Both ladies are, in case it needs to get better, outfitted in impossibly high heels.

Lisa is psychotically obsessed with the infinitely dashing Derek (Elba). The first two-thirds of the movie focus on Lisa, an office temp with a big mouth and a penchant for revenge, attempting to seduce Derek, some type important business muckety-muck.

Fearful that he may offend his domestic goddess, Sharon (Knowles), by mentioning any of Lisa’s advances, Derek continually lies to his wife. Big mistake: No mortal can make a fool of Beyoncé.

Now there’s little reason to extol on Knowles’ talent or fierceness. It’s a proven mathematical theorem that Beyoncé + spotlight = razzle-dazzle fun.

Instead, let’s throw some light on the next big thing you may not be aware of yet: The untouchably cool Idris Elba. He usually plays a strong second to a more animated lead man (The Office, The Wire), but in Obsessed, Elba makes his star turn. He’s pliable and playful. He harnesses his natural gravitas to effortlessly fill the lead role.

The script is tedious and the story predictable, but watching the chemistry crackle between Elba and Beyoncé is like watching Greek gods flirt. It’s fantastic, scrumptious fun.

The 180—a Second Opinion: It’s a great bad movie, to be sure, but let’s not lose sight of the fact that Obsessed is fundamentally, at its core…bad.

Making it official, Heidi Montag and Spencer Pratt tied the knot at Westminster Presbyterian Church in Pasadena, California on Saturday afternoon (April 25).

With nearly 200 guests in attendance, Miss Montag was decked out in a custom-made Monique Lhuillier dress topped off with Neil Lane jewelry as her father walked her down the aisle.

During the spectacular ceremony, Heidi’s sister, Holly, served as maid of honor while Spencer’s sis was among the bridesmaids. Meanwhile, the couple’s “Hills” co-stars Audrina Patridge and Frankie Delgado were among those on-hand for the special occasion.

Taking to her Twitter to document the day, Miss Montag wrote: “This is going to be the best day of my life. Thank you God for Spencer.”

Enjoy the pictures from Heidi Montag and Spencer Pratt’s wedding day (April 25).

Hard at work on her latest film, Megan Fox was spotted visiting the make-up trailer on the set of “Jonah Hex” in New Orleans, Louisiana on Friday (April 24).

Playing a character named Leila, the movie is about “a scarred bounty hunter who tracks a voodoo practitioner bent on liberating the South by raising an army of the undead.”

Meanwhile, it sounds as if Miss Fox has worked out her issues with on again/off again boyfriend Brian Austin Green.

“They went through couples counseling together and it seems to have done them the world of good,” a friend for the pair told press. “They are making a lot of plans for the future. They’re buying a house together first and marriage is definitely on the cards.”

The insider adds, “Megan is even hinting at a big wedding some time next year. She’s very excited.”

Enjoy the pictures of Megan Fox on the set in New Orleans (April 24).

Today is the day! Heidi Montag and Spencer Pratt will officially become husband and wife today (April 25), and last night they were spotted getting everything ready for their swanky rehearsal dinner.

The “Hills” hotties hung out in the Penthouse Suite at the Beverly Wilshire Hotel, primping and being pampered ahead of the night’s festivities. Heidi’s hair was handled by John Francis just before she slipped on a little black dress and headed downstairs.

Earlier in the day, Miss Montag was spotted picking up her wedding dress from the Monique Lhuillier boutique in Los Angeles, accompanied by Spencer, her hairdresser, and a security guard.

And she definitely didn’t forget the diamonds! Heidi stopped into the Neil Lane boutique to pick out a fortune in beautiful jewelry to wear to the wedding, selecting bracelets, necklaces, and earrings.

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Enjoy the pictures of Heidi Montag and Spencer Pratt getting ready for their wedding (April 24).

Finished up with her stay in London, Miley Cyrus was all smiles at the premiere “Hannah Montana: The Movie” in Munich, Germany on Saturday (April 25).

Accompanied by her country-singing co-star dad, Billy Ray, the Cyrus pair happily posed for pictures despite being quite worn out from their hectic travel schedule.

As previously reported by Hollywood Bunny, Miss Cyrus stopped in London just prior to the visit to Munich – where she spent a few days promoting her flick.

Earlier in the week, Miley even offered up a performance, recording a set for iTunes live which should be available for purchase in the near future.

Enjoy the pictures of Miley Cyrus promoting in Munich (April 25), and performing on iTunes live the night before.

Everywhere she goes, she attracts plenty of attention, and yesterday (April 24) Marisa Miller was spotted spending her day at the Mirage Resort and Casino in Las Vegas.

The Sports Illustrated swimsuit model began her day of promotional duties by meeting and greeting fans at the hotel’s Rhumbar, signing autographs and posing for pictures.

Miss Miller was looking super hot as she charmed the bar’s patrons in a shimmery strapless chocolate brown dress with beige peep-toe heels.

And last night Marisa really turned on the sex appeal as she hosted a night at Mirage’s Jet nightclub, sporting a shiny silver minidress.

Maybe love is better the second time around, which is probably why Spencer Pratt and Heidi Montag are getting married again tonight (after their previous phony-baloney hookup in Mexico last year). But one thing that definitely isn’t better the second time around: the payday from celebrity magazines for “exclusive” wedding photos.

This time, Spiedi reportedly got a small-change offer only from second-tier mag OK! and will instead sell pics to all the mags nonexclusively, trying to make up the difference in volume.

But perhaps they gave up too soon. We found some other publications that might have given them exclusives. Take our poll below to select your favorite, or suggest another magazine in the comments section below.

Does any celeb have a good relationship with paparazzi?
—Chuck in Poquoson, Va.

True fact: The average celeb totally gets along with the paparazzi. Not everybody is Madonna. Heck, a star-shootin’ source told me this week there’s one li’l target they consider their queen: Miley Cyrus.

They give her room. They wait down the street, not right outside the house. They say “hello” and “how do ya do” and she says “hello” right back. Working out for her, donchathink?

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