In one of those weird things where suddenly it's everywhere, everyone is talking about the Edward Cullen Manllow on esty. What's a manllow, you say? It's a man-pillow. Remember those little half armchair things that sat on your bed when you were a kid but too lazy to just rest your pillows upright against the headboard? Imagine one of those, only with longer arms and Edward Cullen's visage silk screened across the head. Yeah, like that.

Of course, this item sold February 15, so I'm not sure why we're all talking about it today. Some industrious pop artist should make one out of marble (as Stephenie Meyer describes her vampires), so girls everyone would find out what it would really be like to snuggle up to that every night (hint: cold, uncomfortable). In fact, this artist should do a whole Twilight statue (again, a Meyer word) series: Edward as David, Rosalie as Winged Victory, Carlisle as The Thinker. Dudes, I'm on to something here.

Hollywood certainly has a diverse offering this week to suit you as follows:

• If you need to see Matt Damon, action, war, politics, Paul Greengrass' trademark shaky-cam, go see Green Zone
• If you need to see Robert Pattinson, brooding, romance, daddy issues, whatever possessed Chris Cooper to act opposite Robert Pattinson, go see Remember Me
• If you need to see Jay Baruchel, a sex farce, maybe romance, definitely a premature ejaculation joke in some sort of bizarre 40 Year-Old Virgin/There's Something About Mary mash-up, go see She's Out of My League.

All three sound hard to watch for wildly different reasons. Ah, well. At least Baruchel has two more movies coming out soon (How to Train Your Dragon and The Sorcerer's Apprentice).

If you're looking for something different, there's Genius Within: The Inner Life Of Glenn Gould, Oscar Nominated Short Films of 2009 (Animated), Oscar Nominated Short Films of 2009 (Live Action), World’s Best Commercials 2009, and Marina Of The Zabbaleen playing at the Bytowne.

At the movie theatre yesterday, I saw this poster for She's Out of My League. After a brief "hurrah!" for Jay Baruchel in a starring role (it's about time he got his own 40 Year-Old Virigin/Knocked Up broadsheet), I thought, "Wait, is Jay Baruchel a five?"

Alright, he's gangly, his voice can be quite nasal, and he still looks ridiculously young for his years. But is there nothing to be said for his dorky almost total foxiness (he could do with a couple of sandwiches) and crack comic timing? 

I'm guessing that a five would designate someone as perfectly average looking. Maybe I need someone to explain the scale to me because "average" doesn't seem to cut it with this one. On the other hand, the movie appears to be the epitome of my mom's favourite saying, "There's no accounting for taste." That, and "use your head for more than a hat rack."

If you live somewhere other than New York, L.A., or Toronto, January is a great time to go to the cinema. All the buzz movies you've heard about for the last few months are finally playing at a theatre near you. You can make time this weekend for Avatar, Brothers, Fantastic Mr. Fox, Precious, The Road, Sherlock Holmes, and The Young Victoria. I highly recommend the joyous Fantastic Mr. Fox and the beautifully romantic The Young Victoria.

If you're looking for something new to see, your options dwindle. Hollywood fare opening this weekend includes Daybreakers, about a vampire (Ethan Hawke) who searches to perfect a blood substitute or cure vampirism before the last humans die out, to feed your vampire addiction; Leap Year, where Amy Adams travels to Ireland to force her boyfriend into accepting her proposal, in case you kind of hate yourself; and Youth in Revolt, in which Michael Cera seeks to transform himself from adorable geek to rebellious sex god and which tried to use Old 97s in its trailer and on its website to manipulate me into taking an interest. 

Over at the Bytowne, you've got the goofy but middling The Men Who Stare at Goats, Colin Firth's guaranteed best actor nod A Single Man,  and Pedro Almodóvar latest Penélope Cruz venture, Broken Embraces.

Dear Supernatural writers,

You know I love you, and I hate to hate, but someone needs to explain this to me: why is Dean's plan to end Armageddon killing the devil? Last night, as we knew they would, Dean and Sam got a bead on the Colt, a MacGuffin I sort of wish you'd drop, and off they raced to find it. Because Dim Dean's ridiculous plan, in case this wasn't clear, is to attempt to kill the devil with it.  

Now here's the angels plan, which Dean refuses to go along with: have Michael take over Dean's body, so Michael-in-Dean can kill Lucifer. If both plans end with a dead Devil and Dean very specifically does not want what the angels want, how can this be his best idea? Can't College Boy come up with something better? Won't killing the Devil have the exact same net result regardless of who accomplishes this goal? 

Okay, I'll have an actual Tuesday Recipe for you later, but first you must head over to the National Punctuation Day site and scroll down to learn more about National Punctuation Day Baking Contest. If there are two things I love, they're proper punctuation and baking. As my favourite punctuation mark is a semicolon, that's what I'll bake. The dot is the easy part . . . do I carve the comma out of another shape? I guess so. Also, this day gives me an excuse to figure out what tipsy cake is.

As if appearing in Millennium, Buffy the Vampires Slayer, and Angel didn't buy him enough Cult Cred, actor James Marsters has signed on to Caprica, the upcoming Battlestar Galactica spin-off.

I'm still only halfway through watching BSG, but I'll definitely look forward to seeing Marsters on Caprica when I finally get through the series!

Fanboys is a film with a troubled past; subplots that were shot, then deleted when a new director was brought on board, only to be re-inserted by the original director after that.  The film hit theatres years after its original intended release date, and it played on a limited number of theatres with little marketing to support it.

Which is unfortunate. The film isn't great, but there are definitely three or four huge laughs in there (Peyote Ewok, I'm looking at you) and it is a story with real heart to it.

That said, the studio missed a HUGE opportunity in the marketing of this film. Forget about the all the fantastic cameos (Shatner!). Forget about Seth Rogen playing multiple characters. Forget about all of that.  The studio could have advertised one thing and on thing only, and this movie would have been a hit!

Yes, ladies and gentleman, Fanboys features Veronica Mars in a Slave Girl Leia outfit:

Hollywood Reporter reported (heh) this morning that Taylor Kitsch has been cast as the lead in John Carter of Mars, an adaptation Edgar Rice Burroughs book series, which Disney hopes has franchise potential. I'm all about a) Taylor Kitsch and b) fame coming his way (and not just because he's in my fantasy studio), but do me a favour and click on the HR link. Because what is that? Is that a bad photo of Taylor Kitsch? I did not know such a thing was possible! He looks a bit like Hugh Jackman (never good), and I don't know, exactly. Tired and a little ruddy. I didn't know there was a lighting/clothing/make up situation in which he could look like anything less than an Adonis, so I'm a little confused by the very existence of the image.

I was reading Wired's "Top 10 Ways to Provoke a Geek Argument," and I was shocked (shocked) to discover that I might not be as big a geek as I suspected. Sure, there were some on there that made me roll my eyes, but nothing worth fighting about. After all, I'm not that big on Tolkien (I hate singing in books; it's a personal problem). Then we got to number 2 on the Top 10 countdown: "Joss Whedon is a hack!" Now that one got my blood boiling. Geek reputation? Safe.