Have we officially seen the entire movie yet? Sure feels like it. I like Jacob Black and all, but was it really necessary to film a trailer from his perspective? Are we going to see one from Bella and Edward‘s perspective now, too? What about Bella’s dad, maybe? The non-English-speaking woman from the island on which that baby was conceived? A random tree in the forest? CAN YOU EVEN HANDLE THIS?

What are you guys most excited about?:

Look familiar to any of you guys? His name is Isaiah Silva, and he’s the lead singer of a band (naturally) called The Rambles. And apparently, he and Frances Bean are engaged to be married.

But that’s not why I asked you if this guy looks familiar – I’d never heard of him, either. This is why:

So, let’s recap: Frances Bean Cobain, who’s hot, is engaged to Isaiah Silva, who looks just like her late dad. Does anyone else find that as eerie as I do?

You know, seeing these photos make me sad for Courtney Stodden. Really, really sad. She was this adorable (yes, sort of on the highway to Skanktown, but let’s look beyond that for a minute) girl who had her entire life ahead of her. She had friends and went to school and liked taking pictures of herself. She was exploring her budding sexuality like a normal teenage girl, and now look.

She’s married to a fifty-one year-old pervert, has left all of her age-appropriate friends behind, and will live the rest of her life as someone on the outside – never really accepted on the level she wants to be, and too much of a stigma to go back to where she was to start.

Christ. Is it too late for Courtney Stodden? Say, like, if she wanted to drop this whole weird situation, forget the reality show, lose the hooker boots, and go back to school? Go home? Would her old girlfriends take her back as their own? Would her fellow seniors accept her with open arms? Is it TOO LATE for this young girl to start over??

You suck, Doug Hutchison.

This seems to be a common theme lately – Johnny Depp says dumb shit, gets drunk, goes out in public, and needs the support of his handlers (literally) to help him from phase one of the evening to phase two.

I suppose it could, however, be a gimmick to promote his new film (as these are photos from the premiere) of The Rum Diary, but Johnny Depp never really struck me as a gimmicky kind of guy. He always sort of relied on his own personal je ne sais quoi to attract attention and admiration. Either way, kind of interesting, huh? Seeing good old Johnny propped up like he’s a dummy with a ventriloquist’s hand stuck up his ass?

Did you know that Rumer here is going to be a big sister? Yeah, I know she already is, but as it turns out, her daddy is having another baby with his young wife, Emma Heming (and yes, I too am wondering if this child will have the Willis chin, much like his other girls do).

I know a lot of people never really have a whole lot of good to say about Rumer, but I’ve always liked her best of all the Willis girls. I think she’s edgy, has style, and is probably the prettiest of the bunch. Even if she does have a really stupid Megan Fox-Scarlett Johansson tattoo on the inside of her forearm (seriously, what the hell is that?).

How do we feel about girlfriend’s look?

Leave it to our buddy Daniel Radcliffe to not only star in one of the best movie franchises of all time, but to take the lead in “the most chilling ghost story of our time” to make me fall in love with him again and again and again.

I mean, these Harry Potter kids are really doing well for themselves:Emma Watson has those few independent projects she’s got going on, plus she was cast as a supporting actress in My Week With Marilyn. Cool, right? Then you’ve got Tom Felton with a budding rap career and all of that being-hot business in Rise of the Planet of the Apes. Craziness. And then, of course, there’s Rupert Grint who’s … well, he’s doing some movies like Postman Pat and Eddie the Eagle, and he’s also doing “fashion shoots” with his friends. I know that’s not as great as starring in the best ghost story in life, but hey. He’s still cute as a bug and if anyone – anyone! – emulates the literary Ron Weasley better than Rupert Grint, well. I’ll just have to see Postman Pat eat my hat.

Are you guys as stoked about The Woman in Black as I am?